“But I don’t want Jesus to die,” my son pleaded from the back seat. We were taking our annual trip through The Experience, a live narrative highlighting all the major events of Jesus’ life. It was held every Easter weekend at a local church.
When we pulled our car up to the scene where Jesus was betrayed, it was obvious my son wanted the story to go a different direction. He wanted Jesus to be spared the beating, the mockery and of course, the cross.
Could you blame him?
My husband and I explained how the cross wasn’t the end of the story. We told him about Jesus’ victory over death, sin and darkness. We told him how his suffering was needed to pay the debt we could never pay on our own.
It’s comforting to know the end of the story, isn’t it? My husband and I had the benefit of knowing how this story began and ended. But often in my prayer life, I’m more like my son.
I don’t know how God is going to deliver me from a trial or a difficult season, and I would rather skip through the suffering altogether. Saying “thy will be done” sometimes scares me. My prayers are more like those of a child begging to be delivered from the fire than a student wanting to learn from the ultimate Teacher.
I used to think God despised these types of prayers, until I took a long, hard look at the life of Jesus.
Today I’m honored to be sharing what God revealed to me about prayer over at Christy Mobley’s blog. You can read the rest of my post here.