Tim Suffield.com

(Thanks to Gareth for the conversation that prompted this post! You can in fact ascribe nearly all the thoughts within it to him.)

I sometimes find myself becoming increasingly blasé about prayer: someone says to me ‘I’ll pray for you’ and I’m thinking ‘oh isn’t that nice’ or ‘it’s lovely to have friends who think about me.’ I have to force myself to snap out of this mindset. That isn’t what they just offered to do. They didn’t offer to think about me, or remember me, or pity me, or care for me. They just said that they were going to enter the throne room of the living God, the place where if it were not for the blood of Christ they would not be able to enter without dropping dead, and then when in front of the Almighty they’re going to ask HIM to do something for ME. Wow. WOW. That’s just nonsensically bigger than ‘thinking about me.’

I call to mind Isaiah 6, and the sense of awe and wonder that is present in the very presence of the Lord. What a privilege we have that we can enter the presence of the Creator of all things and then talk to him! And then ask him to do things! The presumption! More than that, he actually cares and wants to listen to us. The incredible condecension in the gospel just blows me away.

Sometimes I think we, I think I, need to remember just what prayer is, just who we’re talking to, and just how much prayer is a gift of undeserved sovereign grace.

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