Recently, a question has come up that has been stirring around in my heart. The Lord has been working to bring answers, as the enemy battles for confusion, and so I press into my God even more heavily and attempt to give to Him these pieces that don’t make sense.
There have been many questions in this season, but there is one in particular that keeps coming up and that I feel The Lord bringing clarity to today—even in the midst of great tragedy and pain and loss.
The question is this: If God already knows the answer, and has decided the outcome, why the need for prayer?
You see, here in Greene County, Virginia, this is where many of us are at—this crossroads of faith and confliction. This is where many have ended up after the past month. Just recently, an incredible man was taken from us—and to be frank, death just doesn’t make sense here on earth. It never does.
Our souls feel deep down the truth and the longing for the original and perfectly intended design. Death is contrary to our creator’s first desires for us, brought on only by sinful nature entering this world through Satan’s enticement and our choice, and the ache it creates inside us is unmatched. Death in any form is hard.
On that day though, death hit especially hard. We lost one of the best men that any of us have ever known. A leader, a true follower and example of Christ, a father and husband, and friend that inspired countless people, a servant, and an unbelievable example of love in action.
This loss, by itself, is so hard to comprehend.
But then what do you do with it when just days before he passed, hundreds in our community had gathered together to beg God through tears and passionate cries, to plead with Him for our friend’s life? Many of our leaders felt a call to gather together and to lift him and the family up in prayer. So we did. We met one night for an hour and lifted up many voices as one. Please don’t take Him. Please let us keep Him here. God hears our cry. Heal this man. Wake him up. Show your glory in this way. We ask you.
So what happens when we don’t get what we asked for?
If God knew already that night that the plan was to bring this man home to heaven with Him, then why would He ask us to pray? Was there a fault in our prayer or a flaw in our faith? Was something missing? Or did God just ask us to pray but then withhold anyways? Is He angry? Is He mean? Is He unfair?
Is He even there?
So many questions.
Last night, The Lord spoke to me in a dream just two words: “John 15.“
The reference repeated itself throughout the night until I finally woke in the morning to have it engraved in my heart.
I flipped through and read and studied and prayed, wrestled with the text and why God had decided that I needed to read it today.
Then I went to a meeting and we discussed this same question: If God knew the answer, why did He want us to ask Him? Why pray? To what end?
I drove home and that reference engraved in my heart lit up as though on fire: John 15.
Verses 4 and 5 especially replayed, until my mind was in a spiral.
“Remain in me as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. I am the vine and you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me, you can do nothing.” (John 15)
I love the imagery that is painted here of vines and branches. I love the way that it speaks to our beings as intended and crafted and created specifically for connection to our Savior. These words read off the page to say to me—I give life, and you are designed to live in constant connection with me and through doing so receive all that you need.
Connection with our Savior.
Isn’t this prayer? Isn’t the opportunity to sit down and offer up any and all emotions and requests and decisions and heartache and celebration…to offer up every piece of our hearts and souls to Him… isn’t that the epitome of connection?
“Remain in me.” As my heart marinates in that simple command I am reminded that in the midst of life—much attempts to draw me away, and it is often through prayer that I am able to set all things aside and cling, to re-enter into connection with Him and remain grounded there.
Scripture tells us here that those who remain in Him, those who stay connected—perhaps through prayer—they bear fruit. It does not say that through this connection they gain a genie who grants every wish of our own will, but it says they bear fruit. It tells us that the Holy Spirit inside of them stirs to bring forth these things that cannot come of our own doing. In Galatians, we find the fruit of the Spirit listed as love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
I wonder if our call to prayer—even in dark circumstance, times that hurt, situations when the outcome won’t be what we would have wished for—is ultimately designed, not to bring us to place of avoidance of pain, but rather to provide for us in the pain? If prayer is the vessel that brings us to a place of experiencing a connection to the Spirit and producing those incredibly necessary pieces of fruit for our souls and for others.
Perhaps the reason we are called to pray even when our Heavenly Father knows the outcome will be other than what we ask—is because, in His great love for us He knows that when push comes to shove and we experience the brokenness of this fallen world in full force, that we will need the presence of His Spirit and the comfort of Him ministering to us.