“Daddy,” ‘Part II’

We last left off with what it means to speak and to listen, when it comes to prayer, in the context of conversation. To open, how odd would it be if a passer by came to you and rambled off something he or she deemed important, regardless of topic, and did so nonstop with little break to even breathe, and upon finishing maybe around a minute later, spins the opposite and runs off. Would not your first reaction be to almost look around you to check and see that life has not all gone mad and that the world apparently is still to a degree in its right mind? Obviously excluding that, which just wasted precious seconds that you will never get back.   Or suppose, that someone walked up to you, right in the way, and just stared. After several awkward glances and seconds they say, “I’m listening.” To which you reply and say, “I didn’t say anything.” As absurd and weird as all of this sounds, it is hardly any different to our relationship with our Heavenly Father. It’s as tho all of his kids just run up, blare out everything on their mind that they want or need or is bothering them, then run off and stress about it. Should said, need, not be met in 30 seconds, Heaven forbid an hour, or a day, his kids run and complain to their friends, pastors, neighbors, support groups, work people, whatever.  It is as tho our proof of Gods existence and his love for us is limited to our critique of how fast he can do what we ask him to do. It is at this point that we have placed God in a box, shut it, and then blamed Him, for being limited.

There is an art to speaking, as to listening. It’s a commonly heard phrase that “the most popular and successful people are those who listen 80% of the time and speak only 20% of the time.” -Taken from-http://www.tedgonder.com/gonder/2010/06/listening-vs-speaking.html

A very good point is made, and a lot of grief is ridden from those who truly know how to speak and listen within the bounds of normal conversation. Listening shows that you care and understand what the speaker says, and who he is. Speaking, says you trust your audience. What you do not trust them with you will not share.

To look at both,

Listening is effective, because it conveys that you are willing to go to the speakers level. Listening done the right way builds, shapes, and molds any relationship. It can however can be ineffective. This happens when you listen with the intent to reply, neither learning or gaining knowledge. Again, 1 dimensional. Also, using listening as your personal lead in getting your turn to speak makes listening ineffective.

Speaking, is healthy. We as people are meant to talk. We convey what we feel, and that is perfectly normal. However, speaking can be a conquest for dominance, and in prayer, that is literally trying to battle for the place of God, something Satan did, and lost. An attitude like this shows excess pride, a fight for power that is not yours, nor is meant for you. Pride kills prayer, and if your pride removes God from his place, than your prayer cannot be answered. You have taken the place of God, and have prayed to yourself in a sense, and you cannot meet your own needs. Your relationship with God started great. I for one am grateful it isn’t based on works. It’s like, I just donated time at the Red Cross banquet fund drive, not receiving one dime for it, and God would reply, ” I just donated my Son’s life to the idea that everyone can come to Heaven, and that the entire world can be saved, thus changing lives, giving hope, affecting billions because I love my kids so much!” At this point you would dissolve into a puddle, because as far as comparison is concerned…you suck! There isn’t anything that you have the comes close. Doing the Food Bank, and 25 hours of service at your church, feeding the homeless, passing out tracts and 33 Bibles weekly, daily if your crazy, leading choir on thursday, ministry training in your spare time, having 2 and 1/2 small groups, playing on worship and rocking 27 stickers on your car promoting Jesus, WWJD, and 1 lone sticker for MONAVIE, still……..leaves you in the weeds. Your lifetime of works, will never measure to his act of grace. All of that, to say, if prayer was a one way street, your sunk.

So much of this is random, and really just thought conveyed from brain to paper to blog, but think about it some. Realize where your prayer life is at, where your relationship lies, and what it really means, to listen, speak, and ultimately, effect for the sake of the Kingdom. Stay close for the next issue-      Prayer- His will (my terms)

-Canaan Hackler

“Daddy,”

What does it mean to pray? What does it mean to speak, to listen? At what point do both elevate our trust in what we cannot see, and in what we can? Why do we pray always assuming that God hears us, yet fail many times, some willingly to reject his subtle, clear voice. A voice strong, yet tender, one that created all the naked eye can see and behold in the choice or denial of awe? A voice that offered a sacrifice without blemish, to ransom a fallen race that is so blemished, at birth our destiny is Hell and the grave? What does it mean to trust in the one who conquered each of these, in particular, and darkness as a whole? What does it mean to pray?

Prayer is simply this, a conversation. Conversation, by definition, simply suggest that there must be two to converse. Conversation at its root is the word converse, which means to engage in conversation. Conversation is not limited to language, but that is the most common carrier of an understanding of current events and practical matter between two or more people, as another definition would say. Notice here, that a conversation is not something that happens alone, or by yourself. It is a matter that requires an element of trust, albeit that element can be great or small. It requires knowledge, a reason, and a projected outcome. What does that have to with prayer? It has everything to do with it. Prayer via its definition, and its definition defined, is this- a conversation between two (or more) that in light of current events and practical matters is expressed with elements of trust, knowledge, given for a specific reason, in hopes for an outcome. This is the beauty of prayer, because in order for this to work, effort must come from both sides.

Too often I think we expect God to nanny our wants and desires. We has immortal human beings, see God as limit-less as opposed to we who are limited. This gives us opportunity to potentially solve all of our needs, those created by us and others, by giving them to a limitless source. Makes sense, theoretically, but practically, not really. Why? All you have thought about is yourself. What you want, what you need, what you would like to have, see, make, live, and be remembered for. Yet, if all of your prayers are given from this point, than your prayers are singular in nature, when you are seeking a plural result. Prayer does not solely exist to fix you, but it dually exists, to grow you, in your relationship, and in your maturity. Not only in the understanding of who God is, but also whose you are. We often underestimate the destination to whom our prayers are directed. This God, who at the word of his prophet held rain on land for 3 and 1/2 years. Prior flooded ,it in totality for 40 days, fed millions seamlessly, sometimes, killing hundreds of thousands in seconds, and navigated history in such a way, that for centuries the stories of his works are told. His name never will be forgotten and any issue or problem that you may have, will never be overlooked or underestimated before his face, or at his hand. Yet in the obvious sight of all this, we lose track of what our God is to us, and our attention is turned, to what our problems….are to us.

Prayer requires focus, in two areas, speaking, and listening. Come back Monday for the rest of this post named “Daddy,”.

-Canaan Hackler

It is well, with my soul.

This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled, ’It is well with my soul’, you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. But the words, ”When sorrows like sea billows roll … It is well with my soul”, were not written during the happiest period of Spafford’s life. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.

Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio’s legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords’ onlyson was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.

Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest — DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer ‘Ville de Havre’ across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned.
He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read:       ”Saved alone.”

On November 2nd 1873, the ‘Ville de Havre’ had collided with ‘The Lochearn’, an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford’s first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her,
“You were spared for a purpose.” And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, “It’s easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God.”

Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father’s voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. “A careful reckoning has been made”, he said, “and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep.” Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.

The words which Spafford wrote that day come from 2 Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told “her soul is vexed within her”, she still maintains that ‘It is well.” And Spafford’s song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers was.

It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.

It never ceases to amaze me, that while others suffer the loss of everything, we are more set back by a bad day at work, having less faith than the hardest hit among us. Let us never forget how grateful we truly are, that everyday is yet another glorious gift from the Father, and that we at the end of it all, can truly claim, that is well, it is well, with my soul.

Lost=Found

Because I work the closing busser shift at the Red Robin I work at, there are many nights that really end up being mornings when I leave. This morning was one of those. I am an orderly person, and make it a point to try to follow a routine. One of my favored activities is unwinding over a weak pot of Denny’s coffee at my local Denny’s. There just so happens to be one less than 100 yards from the back door of Red Robin and I find myself there at least 3-4 times a week. I rarely eat, and when I do, it’s to pay my share of the light and heat bill that I use drinking my coffee the other times I am there. I sit at table 61, and am greeted by either Sam, Chelsea, Gene or Vicky. They all know me, and many of the regulars are there when I arrive.

 

I’ve spent the last 7-8 months in talks about relationships, church, life and things in general that interest people. Particularly the Denny’s “crew.” Since I’ve been there, 1 man has found Jesus 2 closely following. Church, God, and how the local church family affects our city are common topics around the table. This morning I had a chance to talk with some people who were getting off shift. Tho the conversation didn’t go very far, the seed was still planted.  It brings me great joy to see the Great Commissions followed in this one thing, going. Jesus said go into all the world and preach. He never said find a way to make people come to you, he said go to those people. After a while you will draw people, but that is in its own time and season.

Granted a little random, but when cut to the chase, there are so many lost people in this world. As long as Denny’s coffee is 2 bucks, you’ll find me there.

Your job?  GO – find your own Denny’s, or wherever. Doesn’t matter. Location is not the issue, the destination is….