When Your Prayer Falls Flat

When Your Prayer Falls Flat

When I was nine my dad was pastor of a wild charismatic church. Dad wasn’t wild, but the people were. We had a prayer and healing time during every service.

There was a member of the church who was crippled. I’m pretty sure it was cerebral palsy. I always felt really bad for him.

I was thinking this morning about one Sunday during prayer time that I felt a surge of faith in me. I believed God told me to go pray for that man and God was going to heal him.

I’d been around the church long enough to see some pretty whacky stuff -people chanting and shouting and hitting people to try to get them healed. I didn’t want to be one of those people. But there was something deep inside of me telling me to pray for the guy.

So I went over timidly and asked to pray for him. He didn’t get healed.

But I was thinking today what a powerful moment that was for me. I really believed that God could heal that guy.

Sure, he wasn’t healed. But maybe it wasn’t about that guy. Maybe it was about me being obedient and acting in faith.

I’m becoming increasingly convinced that faith isn’t about the results – it’s about the process.

It’s about believing -in spite of the odds- that God can do anything he pleases, whenever he pleases. It’s about taking action based on that belief. Even if he ultimately doesn’t do what I know he is capable of doing.

I just have to be obedient. He may come through supernaturally – he may not. But either way, if I have obeyed, I have exercised faith.

And that pleases God. Which is all I really want to do with my life. So I win.

And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. Hebrews 11:6