Earlier this week I wrote a devotional called “What Do You Want Me To Do For You?”, a brief exposition of a passage in Mark 10.
I wrote it in hopes that it would excite people about the possibilities of prayer…that we would see Jesus as being way more open, compassionate, and concerned about what concerns us than we usually do.
I wrote it in hope that we would pray…and see Him answer.
That blessed me…and others wrote to say that the study encouraged them in prayer as well.
I studied it, taught it in church, and wrote about it here…and did nothing with it.
I’ve been too busy.
I’ve been too busy trying to do all the things that I already know only God can do…but I’ve been busy anyway.
Busy makes me feel like I’m trying, that I’m in control.
Busy also keeps me from God.
When we read the story in Mark 10 it repeats a familiar pattern.
Jesus is on His way somewhere and someone with a need does everything they can to get His attention and stop Him long enough to be heard and healed.
We’ve reversed the narrative.
Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father trying to get us to slow down, to stop, actually… and tell Him what we want Him to do for us.
He shouts through our pain and striving an invitation to come to Him for our needs and answers.
We shout back that we will as soon as there’s time.
There never is any time…there is always more to keep us busy.
Everything I’ve busily touched has turned to dung this week.
Now, I still have the same problems to deal with, just worse…and I’m too exhausted to deal with them.
Maybe…maybe…I should pray.
I’ll do that right after I…never mind.
I’ll do it now.
Make your own application…