From our earliest days we are taught to pray. One of my earliest memories is the simple little prayer, “Now I lay me down to sleep….” Though it seems as we age we sometimes let our prayer life fall by the way side. We live in a world of fast communications. Be it by telephones, cell phones, fax, or email, the fastest and most reliable form of communication is still the simple “knee mail” we first learned as a child.
A few years back when I was contemplating the decision to be an organ donor for an uncle I came to a point where I was unsure if being a donor was the right path. James wrote, “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him” (James 1:5). On a Saturday night I prayed and asked God to give me the wisdom I needed to make this decision. On Sunday morning I had probably already forgotten the prayer from the night before. As I got ready for church I looked through the local paper and found an interesting article about an aunt who had donated an organ to a niece. Was this the answer to the prayer I had prayed the night before? Or, was it mere coincidence? After reading the article I was still unclear about the path I was to take.
In the parable of the unjust judge (Luke 18), Jesus taught that we are to be persistent in our prayer life. Paul said we are to pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17). That Sunday, again I took my worries to the Lord. I prayed as I have never prayed before. I cried as I prayed. That Monday I ran into a friend I had not seen in some 6 months. She had a friend with her. As we talked I noticed her friend had a “shunt” in one arm. This is a portal used for dialysis. I asked him about it and he explained how he had had a kidney transplant and his mother was the donor. He gave me his mother’s number and I talked to her and she really set my mind at ease from the donor point of view. I guess coincidences can happen twice in a row. Or, was this guy I had never met an answer to a prayer I had prayed?
My mind was at ease with being a donor. But, that only led to another problem. My mother has almost dead against me being the donor. If my uncle received a kidney from a cadaver she would only have one family member going through major surgery; with me as a donor she would have two. And her fear was that she would loose one and possibly two. On the night that Jesus was betrayed he prayed. He didn’t only pray for himself, he prayed for his disciples and for all believers. He taught us to pray for others. As strong as my prayers were for myself, I prayed even stronger for my mom. On the next day as we went to pick my niece up from school we continued to discuss the matter until it just got to the point that there was no more need for discussion. I knew what I was to do and she knew how against it she was.
Normally I would walk up to the classroom and get my niece but this was different (for whatever Holy Ghost inspired reason). My mom went and got my niece. And, after a longer than usual trip to the classroom, they came to the car. The first thing I was told was to go ahead with the operation. My mom was now “ok” with it. She was at peace. I asked what produced the change and she told me that my niece’s teacher told her how she had been a kidney donor for her sister a few years back. This teacher had known all year about my uncles troubles and yet had never mentioned to me (and I talked to her everyday) that she was a donor. It was only after I had prayed for my mom that this teacher decided to mention her donor story. Of course this was just the third of three rapid fire coincidences.
I was eventually turned down as a donor, but my life, and especially my prayer life, was changed forever.
If I only know two things, I know Jesus loves me and I know he answers prayers. We are to go to God in all things. We are to be persistent in our prayers: pray without ceasing. And, we are to pray for others. Have you sent any “Knee Mail” toady?
Around the world of blogdom tonight:
Trey Morgan has gone brain dead
Tim Waldrop How dare you repent?
Tim Archer has a promise
Neva Cooper says it’s time to remember
Matt Dabbs looks at Spiritual Adultery
Until next time May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You: All Y’all
Bobby
Bobby Cohoon
North Carolina, USA
cohoon@embarqmail.com