So let me get this straight. You think that the reason my friend’s 5-year-old daughter succumbed to smoke inhalation in a house fire was because we didn’t pray hard enough?
Or that my girlfriend with three young children who was eaten up with cancer perished because I didn’t have enough faith?
Or that a 13-year-old boy suffering most of his life with leukemia, treatments, pain and suffering and yet eventually passed away was his parent’s fault? That their pleading prayers did nothing?
Or that my friend’s 15-year-old daughter had a ruptured brain aneurysm and thousands of people around the world were begging for her life, yet she passed away, was for lack of faith in our prayers?
Come on. Are you willing to tell that to the FACES of those grieving parents?
And if this IS your belief and you were also praying, I guess it’s ok to then assume it’s also YOUR fault.
Is there some magic prayer of faith that heals more than the imploring cries of a Mother?
I guess this belief system would also mean that Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane before his death on the cross would also fit into this belief? His prayers apparently didn’t have enough faith attached for God to change His mind for His own son…
“Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” ~Mark 14:36
Where does this theology even COME from? Because it’s definitely not the Bible I’m reading.
This is absurd. Hogwash. And dare I even say Bull$hit.
Our creative and loving God allowed us free will. We are not puppets. We pray for things to go our way, and He has a plan FAR greater than ours. He is sovereign. And His sovereignty supersedes our selfish wants here on earth.
When we plead, we also trust Him enough to say “Amen” and for HIS will to be done, not ours.
Instead of some whacked out thinking that we didn’t pray hard enough or with enough faith, I choose to believe that God had a far greater plan for people who eventually succumbed to their disease, their tragic death, their murder.
I choose to believe that their lives were a testimony. In every heartbreaking loss of life, I have seen miracles. I have seen people reexamine their own lives, their own choices, their own relationship with Jesus.
I have heard of grown men falling to their knees weeping and praying for a miracle. And even when that miracle didn’t happen, they still believed that God was good. That God’s plan was OK.
Instead of going around telling people that their faith wasn’t strong enough, or that they didn’t pray hard enough—how about telling of the miracles that happened because of the faithful lives they lived? Even the short and vibrant life of a 5-year-old girl and her childlike faith restored broken people to a loving God.
I don’t have enough intense bible knowledge to go tit for tat with someone of this belief system, but I do know this. My God is a relentless pursuer of his people. He will use any and every trial, hardship, struggle, or adversity to call someone to Him.
And if my God were to choose to take my child up to Heaven with Him for the purpose of saving more, so be it. Amen.
But let me warn you. Don’t ever tell me I didn’t pray hard enough for my child.