“Honestly, I'd pretty much given up,” said my friend, Jack, boring a hole through me with his intense look.
“You can't mean that,” I countered.
“I do. We'd been trying and trying to get together with Bud and his wife for months.” (Bud is Jack's unsaved friend, whom Jack has been praying for more than 30 years. Yet Bud still hasn't received Christ). Jack went on.
“We've called them, invited them to dinner repeatedly (our treat of course). But it's somehow never been 'the right time.'”
“Well maybe it wasn't,” I agreed.
“Maybe. But as my wife pointed out, it's a two-way street. Bud could just as easily call us, if he was interested.” Jack had me there. He went on.
“That's why I finally prayed and said to God, 'Look, maybe this chapter in our lives is over. Maybe this thing with Bud is done. That's okay. I won't force this. I just ask that you have someone else around Bud and his wife who knows Jesus and is really caring for Bud, praying for him.” Jack's pause indicated he wanted me to ask him what happened next.
“So what happened next?”
“Well, my son and I were at Home Depot shortly after that prayer, looking for lumber. Inside of 30 seconds, you'll never guess who snuck up behind us?”
“Bud?” I asked.
“Exactly!” Jack had this big ol' smile on his face. “He gave us all kinds of advice for our building project—advice we frankly needed. He even told us the specific hardware we needed to get…walked us over to the aisle where we could find it. Then he was gone—stocking up on materials for his own job.”
“So how'd that make you feel?”
“Incredible. Like…I was seeing the hand of God…as if the Almighty was suggesting that maybe this thing with Bud was not 'over.' I wonder if God has another chapter He wants to write. Not trying to go too crazy with this, of course. But the timing is just too weird to dismiss as coincidence.”
Hearing all this makes me believe there really is a place for bold praying. Like Jack's. Maybe I'm praying “too small.”
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