Some days my prayers are quiet whispers, while other days my prayers are silent and merely directed thoughts. Here lately, my prayers have been shouts of plea for justice and equity. I find myself in good company as I reflect on Jesus praying in the garden of Gethsemane.
“He was in anguish and prayed even more earnestly. His sweat became like drops of blood falling on the ground.” Luke 22:44
I pray for 200+ Nigerian girls that are unaccounted for, going night after night without a momma to tuck them in. I pray for the families of 118 people who lost their lives in the Jos explosions, the 30 killed in Borno, the 20 killed by a gunmen, the 10 killed by Boko Haram’s attackers. I pray for the one carrying dirty water for miles with jigger infested feet. I pray for Margaret, who was mutilated by the LRA. I pray for young Monesha, who is found in the brothels of the Red Light District.
As the Lord reveals more and more of His plans for me, I rely on Him to teach me contentment in my waiting. I know I’m being sent, but not today. While I can’t be in Africa or Thailand at this very moment, I’m reminded that my Father walks among every nation doing far more than I ever could. Although I’m not yet physically in the lands set out for me, my prayers are there, and that’s all that’s needed when we have a God as mighty as ours at work. My peace is found in that.
Lord, I thank You for Your sacrifice, for the life You gave up in order to give life to each of us. I pray that this generation becomes a generation of world changers, only finding their strength in You. Lead us with Your strong hands down the path that You have paved for us. Anoint us with Your Holy Spirit, and equip us with the means to deliver the Gospel to every nation, and to every person, young and old. Teach us not only to raise up workers for this plentiful harvest, but to advance the Kingdom for Your glory in all that we do. Let our love look like Yours, Father. Thank You for your gracious plans. In Your Name we pray, Amen.
This has been heavy on my heart the past week, I can’t wrap my mind around the idolization. I understand the hype that comes with having a baby. I realize how huge it is when a man and woman welcome new life into the world. It’s special, and remarkably beautiful. But people all over the world have been stalking Will and Kate for the past nine months. “When will the royal baby be born? What will it be named? What outfit will it wear first? How will they leave the hospital?”
Women are desperate just to buy the same dress as Kate. I mean searching high and low for something that looks even similar. I guess since Kate wore it, it only makes sense to want the same thing? Media swarms any woman that even resembles her. I get it, she’s just like any other celebrity. Sometimes it’s so hard to remember that all these famous people don’t have some sort of ” magic touch” or all the answers to life. We’re all guilty of wanting to touch the hand of our favorite singer, come on now. TV stations are interrupted instantly by, “It’s a boy!” I recently read on Preacher on the Plaza’s blog, “Apparently all (but one) of the Congressional offices posted congratulatory signs on their doors to Will and Kate. (Seriously do we live in Great Britain?)”
Maybe I’m a buzzkill for ruining this special moment by bringing up Jesus, or maybe you’d agree that we’re all idolizing the birth of George. George will be brought up as royalty, with cameras capturing his every move. And then there’s Jesus. Let’s give Him some glory outside of just Christmas time. Jesus didn’t get near the attention at His birth, He had 12 wise men. He didn’t have cameras following him, crowds outside, ect. People didn’t want His clothing, nor did He consume their every thought. As this young man grew, He didn’t live in a palace, he faced hardship! George may never experience that. Jesus was born with such a great love, but didn’t receive it in return.
We have a different royal King. He is the King of all Kings. His name is Jesus, and through Him we have eternal life. Something no kind of worldly king can give us. We’re putting famous people up on high pedestals. I’m not saying it’s not okay to congratulate the couple on their baby! I definitely wish them the best. Next time you see them in the paper, or they’re on every News channel you flip to, think of Jesus.