Sometimes prayer seems this way, I think. Like a Glass Lazarus.
Go with me on the imagery here….
Our deepest desires, our most fervent prayers, the things that makes our hearts weep for longing…these are the miracles that we pray for, and sometimes they seem as impossible as raising a dead-four-days man from the grave.
And it seems that every time we pray, the dream of our Lazarus-like miracle collides with the harsh steel of reality. Disappointment shatters that dream into a thousand pieces, like one of those tiny, delicate glass ornaments that falls on to a concrete floor.
But I think there’s hope.
In some cases, I think that God shatters our self-dreams because when the distraction of these desires are gone, we can see that underneath lies a God-dream that is so much better.
In other situations, I think we are called to hold on to the pieces of our God-given hope, despite how they seem to be shattered.
But I guess that’s the tricky part, isn’t it? We can try to pick up the shards of our dream and glue them back together. Odds are it won’t work, and it won’t make us happy.
Perhaps what we should do instead is sweep up the pieces and put them in Jesus’ hands. He will give us His dream instead…or He will put the pieces of our hope back together to make something even more beautiful than we can imagine.
“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” (Ephesians 3:21-22)