One of the greatest privileges — and heaviest responsibilities — we can have is to pray for someone in the midst of crisis.
The phone rings. You answer. The voice on the other end is tense, the emotion strong, the fear real. “Will you pray?” they ask.
“Of course,” you say. And you utter a few words to heaven.
You utter a few words to heaven? . . . WOW!
You just entered the Holy of Holies. You barge into the King’s chamber, push your way past the angels, and just when the seraphim charged with guarding the throne block your path you announce that you’re here in the name of Jesus. Instantly, they part to let you through. As you enter, the King himself rises from his throne, throws open his arms, and says, “Come in, my child.” Before you can utter a word of desperate plea he says, “I know. I know about the whole thing. I’m glad you came to me. Tell me more.”
Perhaps, in his divine soverignty, the Father will grant your request. Perhaps he will decline your request. In any event, he understands. . . he hurts. . . he wants to cradle you in his arms and take away the pain but sometimes his divine understanding is beyond ours so we trust that his will is best.
To my friend who called a few moments ago, I’ve entered the throne room for you. God knows. He’s at work. Trust him no matter what happens next.
