Readers of the Washington Post were asked to compose a very unwise line for a college application:
“When I told my friends I was applying to LeHigh, they were like, no way, and I was like, yes way. And they were like, way cool.”
“Four years of fees at your institution come to about $78,000. Just bill my father and mail me half the money. He’ll never find out.”
“First off, coach said there wasn’t going to be no writing.”
“To demonstrate my love for your school, I have spray-painted your logo on my town’s water tower.”
“College is probably the last place they’ll look for me.” (1)
Speaking of lines, a drill sergeant had just chewed out one of his cadets.
As he was walking away, he turned to the cadet and said, “I guess when I die you’ll come and dance on my grave.”
The cadet replied, “Not me, Sarge…no sir! I promised myself that when I got out of the Army I’d never stand in another line!” (2)
Lines … I hated lines, but God gave me much patience with lines after I realized how long some lines are in other countries where people are desperate for the most basic needs. Six people in a Wal-Mart line? Piece of cake.
But recently, as I stood in a long line at my grocery store, I had the sudden thought: “I’m glad I don’t have to stand in a line to talk to God.”
He tells me to come boldly to His Throne of Grace (Hebrews 4:16). I pray in Jesus’ name because Jesus is my mediator (1 Timothy 2:5); but I have free access. God is always waiting for me to come to Him.
I don’t need reservations (other than my saved-by-grace relationship with Christ), and I don’t have to struggle to get the Father’s attention. He’s listening!
The Psalmist wrote, “…I cried out to him … God has surely listened and has heard my prayer ….” (Psalm 66:16-20)
And unlike having to come up with a clever line for a college application to be accepted, I am already accepted through my relationship with God’s Son (“accepted in the Beloved,” Ephesians 1:5-6).
And coming up with clever lines isn’t necessary with Father God. In fact, He prefers that I don’t. He wants me to simply tell Him what is on my heart. I can share my requests without fear (Philippians 4:6-7).
As I stood in that long line at the grocery store, grateful for my access to God, I took time to pray for some of the people I saw in the store: a harried mom with two toddlers, a weary cashier, an argumentative man. It was a good use of my time.
Simple thoughts, today:
- Thank God that there are no “lines” in prayer.
- Thank Him for accepting you so freely in Christ.
- And use any future lines in stores or at gas stations or wherever you find yourself to pray for things that matter.
(1) Cybersalt Digest, Issue #3495 (11/27/10)
(2) Cybersalt Digest, Issue #3491 (11/23/10)