As I have scanned through Facebook and twitter I have read and saw so much about the marathon. I saw so many people that have written about the terrible explosion. I read about all their prayers for Boston.
I've been praying too. I prayed for those people who I saw and read about. I prayed for Grant, a missionary running to raise money for a Christian camp. I prayed for his wife Miho and their two little girls, who had been planning on going to cheer him on. I prayed for the responders. I prayed for doctors and nurses. I prayed. A lot. And I still am.
I've heard a lot of people say they are praying for Boston. I've seen a lot of people write online that they are praying for Boston.
Friends, let me tell you a little about God, who listens to all these prayers. He is here. He is just as upset as we are. He hates evil. He loves us. He doesn't want us to hurt. He is love. And He loves our prayers. Because He wants us to run to Him right now.
My eyes filled with tears yesterday, when I learned Grant and Miho and the girls were safe. After that I know that God is listening. I cry out to God for all those who are suffering. And I know God is listening.
If you want to know more about this God you've been praying to. If you want to know about this love. If you want to be with people who pray knowing that prayers make a difference. Come join us on Sunday. We will grieve together. And comfort one another. We will pray for those hurt and those hurting.
The God we pray to knows hurt beyond anything we could imagine. The God we pray to has not stood by just watching from the sidelines but is overcoming hurt with love.
Usually we make our resolutions at the beginning of January. And usually we’ve given up by now. I read somewhere that goals are better than resolutions. One of my goals this year is to run a marathon. Just kidding. It’s to run a 5k. Now, this may not seem like a big deal. It’s really not that long.
For me it is a big deal. For two reasons. The first reason is I have never been an active person. Even as a child I was the one who preferred to read a book. I didn’t mind, when we stayed in for recess on a rainy day. It’s a struggle. The second reason is that I have had problems in both my ankles. It’s a genetic thing. I have dealt with pain over the years. Thankfully, the doctors were right. With age the pain has lessened. I don’t talk about it too much (or at least I try). I know that other people have to deal with chronic pain far worse than I do.
Actually, my goal last year was to run a 5k. As you probably can guess, that didn’t happen. I don’t want to give up on this one. When I started to do the running last year, I had planned on writing about accomplishing my goal after I could actually run a 5k. No one besides Chris knew about my goal. I think I was afraid of failing. Then what would people think of me? (I seriously think about these things.)
When we live our lives in fear, we miss out. We know that. And we still do it. Is there something unresolved that we’ve been putting off? Is there something that we just can’t stop doing, even if we know that it’s not healthy or good for our relationship with God? Is there something that we haven’t been doing, that we know we should be doing?
If you have said “yes” to any of these, you can stop living in fear of what may happen if you tell someone. You don’t have to tell everyone. You can find a person you trust (perhaps that someone sits right in front of you at worship services), and you can ask him or her for help or even just a prayer or accountability. It takes courage. I know. When we become more vulnerable to one another, we can find that the fear will dissipate. When the fear dissipates, it can only help our relationship with other people and with God.
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.