How do we pray? Are we wimps? Do we ask for his will, or do we ask believing He will accomplish it?
In 2 Kings 4: 8-37, we are privy to a resurrection. The setting? A town called Shunem, where resided a wealthy, Shunammite woman who was good friends of the prophet Elisha, so much so that she and her aging husband had set up nice little room for Elisha on their rooftop for him to stay whenever he was in town. One day when Elisha was trying to find a way to repay her for her kindnesses, he calls her in to him, and offers a good word from him to the king or the commander of the army on her behalf, but she says, “I have a home among my people.” Knowing there’s something she must need, he finds out that she has no children. Elisha calls her back and while she’s standing in his doorway, he declares to her that in one year’s time, she will be holding a son in her arms. She objects, asking that he not mislead her, but sure enough, she becomes pregnant and a year later has the son she is promised.
Several years pass and one day the little boy went out to his father in the field complaining of his head hurting. A servant carried this boy back to his mother and he died in her lap at noon that very day. The Shunammite woman laid her son’s body on Elisha’s bed and shut the door. This mother wasted no time, she took her donkey to find Elisha, she departed from Shunem and as fast as she could made her way to Mount Carmel where she knew this prophet of God would be. She brought the prophet back with her.
When Elisha reached the body of the dead boy he shut the door to the room and he prayed to the Lord. He stretched his entire body out on top of the small body. Prophet mouth to boy’s. Eyes on eyes. Hands on hands. He was staring death in the face. Not the prospect of death, but the cold, hardness of the state of un-being. As he did this, the boy’s body grew warm. Elisha gets up and paces the room once more and once more he stretches full weight out on the boy. Relentless. The boy sneezes seven times and opens his eyes.
What are we stretching our all out on today? What impossible situation are we staring into? What are we believing God for? Can we see glimmers of warmth and in faith go back to the throne and lay our bodies down?
We are sons and daughters of the Most High. Matthew 7: 9-11: Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? I you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
Care to share of a time where the Lord granted the impossible?