When I first got engaged in the Fibro community, a guy gave a horror story about his situation. His health sucked. His mental ability had been drained away. The people who loved him (or were supposed to) cast him aside like a broken vacuum cleaner.
I told him I’d pray for him if it was okay. His angry response surprised me.
Will you? he demanded. Will you drop to your knees and stop what you’re doing and really pray or were you just saying that to justify yourself?
For the record, I did. Right there on Facebook. Because as much as I struggle I can’t imagine someone who’s life gets destroyed like that by something very few care about, let alone understand. I don’t remember his name, but once a week or so, I still pray for him, specifically, that God help him and that he find peace.
In the wake of tragedy, prayers have become viewed as a cheap currency to solve expensive problems. They’re a way to avoid the messy issue underneath and remove any responsibility to do something tangible.
The criticism is brutal and unforgiving–and it’s not entirely wrong.
Jesus gave up his Godhood, come down and experienced first-century footwear and food-related discomfort, then be tortured to death. He didn’t do that so we could be comfortable around ugly things. He didn’t choose between excruciating pain and breathing (which happens when you’re crucified) so we can build a wall and lob our prayers over to those outsiders who didn’t make the good decisions we did—all comfortably free of their reality.
For the record, I responded to a request for prayer today and prayed some very specific things. And it helped the person I prayed for. I didn’t just air wish them good thoughts and check the baseball transactions.
People don’t ask for prayers over a hangnail. If they ask, they deserve a well-considered response.
But maybe after we say the prayer–we should and it should be specific–maybe we should add a little side prayer, just between God and us.
God, please also open my eyes for an opportunity to put my prayer into motion. I’m willing to give of my comfort and my view of how things should be if you ask me to. Lead me where you want me to be and help me follow, regardless of the path. And when I resist–and I will; sometimes I’m scared and greedy when it comes to my comfort–please gently help me see beyond my limited vision and trust your direction.
If ‘thoughts and prayers’ are considered stupid and useless and if our job is to extend God’s love as he extended his, then we need to look hard and see if we helped people reach that conclusion.
That means we have to consider things we don’t like. Take positions we don’t fully understand or agree with, if that’s the message we get. And we have to listen when we go our own way and God nags us to go His way.
Your mileage may vary, but we spend too much time worshipping comfort and making God a comfort-producer. Like Aslan, he’s not safe, but he’s good.
We need to do our best to choose the danger. I suck at that, but I know it’s something to work on.