In 1992, at a revival meeting in a little country church the preacher told the story of a woman who kept asking her pastor to pray for her husband. One day this pastor asked the woman, “Have you ever stayed up all night praying for your husband’s soul?” She just looked at him and shook her head no. He then said to her, “If he’s not important enough for you to lose sleep over why would I keep praying for him?”
I left that meeting a changed person.
This past Sonday our Pastor asked, “Is there anything you want so badly that you are willing to sacrifice for it?” All afternoon I thought about that. The question would not go away. A decision was made, deep in my heart.
You see, I have a couple of prodigals that I regularly pray for – are they worth sacrificing for? You bet they are.
Because, I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in Truth.
P.S. The photo above is of my grandson, Simon, in the pic about 6 yrs old, now 8 1/2. I just learned he has given up chocolate for Lent – his mom told me he is learning the meaning of sacrifice. Pretty cool, eh?