"I will lie down and sleep in peace for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." Psalm 4:8
My first lesson.
Jesus works through people whose faith is faltering, he said.
It's not the strength of the one who lips the prayer, but the absolute power of the One to whom the prayer is directed that moves mountains, he said.
Or something like that.
Because Peter escaped jail on the arm of God's angel and went straight to the house where many were gathered praying for his release and when the servant girl, Rhoda, tells the people in the room that Peter is at the door, they don't believe her. They call her crazy. But she isn't. She just is seeing this guy they are all praying for and he's not in jail still, he's standing before her but she can't get them to believe until they see for themselves.
Prayer already answered and they don't believe it. Have to look for themselves. Because God hears the prayers of all who call on His name, including the ones who pray with blinded eyes and weak hearts that are afraid to ask for the impossible for fear that if they don't get it, it'll mean they have no clout with God. I do that. Disbelieve my prayers have been answered even when it's right in front of me and don't pray in boldness sometimes. I do that too.
My second lesson.
We don't often get it. That Jesus isn't the conduit to all the benefits of heaven. Jesus is the benefit. That we think our lives should be about storing up treasures in heaven, securing our place there, but heaven has come to us in the form of Jesus and if we have Him, man, we have the greatest treasure heaven has to offer. Already in hand.
My third lesson.
Thank you, Matthew (can I call you that?) for preaching it this morning. Jesus spoke to my heart through you.
This is me being real. Needing to sleep in peace. And believe in Jesus more and myself less.