
What an interesting observation Jesus has of the church in Laodicea. I think He is insulted they approach Him with lukewarm prayers. Even though they have knelt in prayer, there was no praying.
I know what you have done; I know that you are neither cold nor hot. How I wish you were either one or the other! But because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I am going to spit you out of my mouth! You say, ‘I am rich and well off; I have all I need.’ But you do not know how miserable and pitiful you are! You are poor, naked, and blind. – Revelation 3:15-17 GNT
They had become a church who were prayerless.
When we do not pray, we show that we believe we are self sufficient. God help us to see that apart from You we can do nothing.
Prayerlessness is pride. When I do not pray it is because I have become proud. A praying person knows they need God’s help. When I pray, I am pleading for God to provide. When I pray I am asking God to provide for others.
What do I do when Jesus is standing at the door of my heart and is knocking?
Listen! I stand at the door and knock; if any hear my voice and open the door, I will come into their house and eat with them, and they will eat with me. – Revelation 3:20 GNT
When I open the door, I am committed to imitate Him. To repent, forgive, all through prayer and for God to give me peace.
Just as I desired to open the door when I heard Him knocking, I desire to pray with reverence and thanksgiving – to please and honour Him.
I think that my short, simple, straightforward prayers are the best kind of praying I can do. Similar to how Mary’s conversation went with Jesus.
You may know the story in John’s Gospel about Jesus attending a wedding celebration with his mother, Mary. At one point early in the festivities, Mary came to Jesus and said, “They have no more wine” (John 2:3, NIV). Chances are, either the bride or groom was related to Mary and Jesus; in any case, they both would have known that running out of wine at a wedding feast would be a major embarrassment to the family.
But Jesus’ answer sounds odd: “Woman, why do you involve me?… My hour has not yet come” (John 2:4, NIV).
Nonetheless, Mary told the servants, “Do whatever he tells you” (John 2:5, NIV).
You probably know, of course, that Jesus eventually instructed the servants to fill giant jars with water, which when they served it up turned out to have been transformed into high-quality wine.
But I think Mary’s request often gets lost in the account of that water-to-wine miracle. Remember? To our knowledge, she spoke only five words to Jesus: “They have no more wine.”
She didn’t tell Jesus what to do (maybe because His initial response was, well, a trifle off-putting). She didn’t whine or wheedle or cajole. She laid out the problem—short, simple, straightforward—and left it in His hands.
But she did something else that we often neglect. She prepared for the answer. She told the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”
It’s a pretty good primer on prayer. She knew where to go (to Jesus). She knew what to say, briefly and simply and straightforwardly mentioning the need. And she knew what to do next—prepare for the answer.
If we would pray with power, we should pray with fasting. This of course does not mean that we should fast every time we pray; but there are times of emergency or special crisis in work or in our individual lives, when men of downright earnestness will withdraw themselves even from the gratification of natural appetites that would be perfectly proper under other circumstances, that they may give themselves up wholly to prayer. There is a peculiar power in such prayer. Every great crisis in life and work should be met in that way. There is nothing pleasing to God in our giving up in a purely Pharisaic and legal way things which are pleasant, but there is power in that downright earnestness and determination to obtain in prayer the things of which we sorely feel our need, that leads us to put away everything, even the things in themselves most right and necessary, that we may set our faces to find God, and obtain blessings from Him. R. A. Torrey



