Monday, March 22, 2010

Lesser Prayers (by Billy Coffey)


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The prayer request portion of Sunday school class is the reason why we never seem to get much Sunday schooling done. And that’s not a knock against me or anyone else there. We have a fine class, a fine teacher, and a fine time probing the depths of the Good Book. Secretly, though, I suspect many of us spend most of that first half hour of class fidgeting and sighing so we can get to the good part. The part that, whether stated or not, means a little more.

A few Sundays ago the teacher wrapped up his lesson early, allowing those so inclined a full twenty minutes to spill their guts and tell everyone the happenings in the days of their lives.

“Prayer requests?” he asked.

Hands shot up. The teacher would call a name or nod to a person, going one by one through the room and taking notes, which would be distributed the next week on our official prayer request sheets.

Yes. We take this seriously.

Our space was then transformed from classroom to confessional as secret pains and worries were flung out into the light to be prodded and prayed over.

The lady two seats down from me was the first to raise her hand but not to be chosen. She lowered her hand and waited her turn. The one chosen began to speak on soft and muffled words of the tests she was to get in the coming week that would reveal whether she had cancer or not.

A couple near the front had just learned they were going to be parents. It was their fourth try, they said. The first three pregnancies had resulted in miscarriages.

One man was losing his job.

Another man was still looking for one.

One woman said her teenage son came home drunk two nights before and threatened her. She’d been staying with her sister since, afraid to go home.

A mother and father had a son who’d just been given his traveling orders for Afghanistan. “Pray he shoots straight and ducks,” the father said.

Another couple had a friend who’s son had just come home from Iraq. The funeral would be the next day.

A car accident had taken the life of a seventeen-year-old son of a preacher in the next town.

A woman buckled under the grief of a marriage in tatters.

And on. And on.

And through it all, the woman two seats down would raise her hand and wait her turn, lowering it when the Sunday school teacher had called upon someone else, scribbling both name and note on the paper.

After ten minutes, her hand went into the air slower and with a little more hesitation. After fifteen, her hand wasn’t raised at all.

I found her in the hallway afterward and said hello. Then I mentioned the lack of time and the abundance of prayer requests in class, and that it was a shame she never got to share hers.

“If you’d like,” I said, “you can tell me what it was. My family and I will pray.”

She looked at me and offered a small smile.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I guess it’s not that important. I lost my necklace, you see. It’s just one of those cheap silver crosses that you can pick up at the Christian bookstore for about five dollars, but it meant the world to me. My son gave it to me for my birthday last year. Saved up his allowance for almost a whole month.” She paused and than added, “I just don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t find it.”

I nodded.

“It seemed so important at the time,” she said. “But then came all those other things people needed praying for, cancer and war and death. So many are hurting now. My problems just didn’t seem that great after that.”

I nodded again. I understood, I really did. But she was wrong.

She was called away before I could tell her what I was thinking. What I thought she really needed to hear.

She’s right, of course. There are so many hurting now, and for so many reasons. But I for one believe that doesn’t mean one person’s problems are greater than another’s. Not to God.

To God, at that moment the only thing in the universe that mattered was that she had lost her necklace. Just like the only thing in the universe that mattered was one son going to war and another coming home, and a family dissolving, and a car accident, and a threatened mother.

Humility is an important thing to feel. We need to know the world doesn’t revolve around us.

But the love of God is an important thing to feel, too. And we also need to know that.

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18 comments:

♥ Kathy said...

Ok, it's 1:00 in the morning and I'm sitting here reading this and crying. I try to keep everything inside. Not let the world see all that's wrong but tonight for some reason it wants out. I've prayed about 20 times tonight. Thank you for sharing this. ♥

Sandra Heska King said...

Oh Billy. This broke my heart. So much pain. So many disappointments. Spoken and unspoken. Big and small from our perspective. But none escapes the notice and care of our Daddy.

~*Michelle*~ said...

So thankful that we serve a God who loves us (each and every one of us including our every care/worry) so much that He numbers the hairs on our head....

great post!

lynnmosher said...

Oh, yes, Billy, there are so many suffering with what seem to us as a "super-sized" circumstances and surely they must need prayer. We sometimes overlook those "little" requests, those concerns that we label trivial. But do they concern us? Sure!

We don't turn away our children when they come to us with seemingly trivial matters. We love them and whatever is on their hearts concerns us. And whatever is a concern to us is a concern to our Father.

And when we pray for others, it should never matter what the problem is. If it is on someone's heart and troubling them, then it should be on our hearts as well.

As always, Billy, food for thought! Thank you and bless you!

Joyce said...

I was feeling so heavy hearted this morning and in the scheme of life I suppose it wasn't a big thing. But I'm so thankful that nothing is too big or too small for God. He cares about each one of us, uniquely created and known to Him. By name. How awesome is that?

Thanks for this story...I know I've been there.

Marty Duane said...

I couldn't agree with you more. Sometimes, I don't even think my prayers are worthy of God's time. But as your closing statement said,

"But the love of God is an important thing to feel, too. And we also need to know that."

Today, I'm feeling it. He cares, even for the small things in my life.

Thanks for the inspiration, Billy!

Bridget Chumbley said...

Such a touching post, Billy. I'm so glad you had a chance to speak to her and share her story. I too believe that our problems are all equally as significant in God's eyes. What a comfort!

Helen said...

I know you are right. It's just hard to remember that "in the moment" sometimes.

Maureen said...

That you stopped to ask her of her need for prayers is testimony of how He works through us all. I'm glad you sought her out, took a moment to listen. It's what He does.

Lisa Jordan said...

My mom and I were talking about the small blessings we receive from God on a daily basis and how He loves each and every one of us that those small prayers are just as important to Him.

I think sometimes we tend to put God in a box and assume He has too much other turmoil to deal with than to listen to our insignificant prayers. Or sometimes we don't bother to pray because it's not really that big of a deal...not really...well, maybe it is, but not as important... But to God, all of our prayers are important.

Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story.

jasonS said...

Nothing too big or small for God. Always good to meditate on this. Thanks Billy.

L.T. Elliot said...

I'll pray for her too. And for all of those people. Thank you, Billy.

Bonnie Gray said...

I kept thinking about how Jesus noticed the widow who dropped two "mites" into the offering box.

He values what we give, but He also values what He's given to us, too.

Just like the necklace He gave to this woman, through her son.

Isn't that the beauty of God's love?

Thanks, Billy!

~Brenda said...

God bless that lady, and God bless Billy.

Will pray that the necklace be returned ...

~Brenda

Laura said...

A tender thought--that no detail of our lives is too small that He does not care about it.

April said...

Wow. And wow. I loved this post. I often find myself apologizing to God for some of my prayers, knowing that sometimes what I pray for is SO small compared to others need at times. But I know in my heart that we serve an awesome God who cares about all of our needs (and even our wants) no matter how big or small.

M.L. Gallagher said...

This is incredibly beautiful. Thank you -- and I'm praying she finds her necklace.

vanityofvanities said...

"Humility is an important thing to feel. We need to know the world doesn’t revolve around us.

But the love of God is an important thing to feel, too. And we also need to know that."

Thank you.