Saturday morning I was reading the Psalms and praying God would save so many people I love.
Praying God would redeem them. Break them down. Cleanse out all their idols. Give them new hearts. Make them new creations. Add their voices to the song that never ends. Raise them up to be holy and faithful laborers. Cause them to look and live.
“Whatever it takes, God. Whatever it takes.”
Have you prayed that before? I would venture to say most people have. We pray it at our church often because it’s obvious that, in the cost/benefit analysis of God’s grace-driven salvation, the benefits far outweigh any cost we could be asked to pay. In light of what Jesus has done, nothing we could ever do is enough to earn God’s favor and nothing He asks of us would be too much. As Elisabeth Elliot says, “He supplies the material for sacrifice.” And the sacrifice, if initiated and prompted by a holy Father, is always worth it.
But what if we pray “whatever it takes” with all our well-intentioned heart and then despise the “whatever” when it comes?