Thy Will Be Done

Habakkuk’s complaint: “How long, O Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen?”. . .

The Lord’s answer: “Look among the nations and see; wonder, and be astounded.  For behold, I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told.”

- Habakkuk 1:1, 5

"And if things are terrifying," Pauline put in, her eyes half closed and her head turned away as if she asked a casual question rather of the world than of him, "can they be good?"

He looked down on her.  "Yes, surely," he said, with more energy.  "Are our tremors to measure the Omnipotence?"

- Charles Williams, Descent Into Hell

Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

- 2 Corinthians 12:8-9

As I’ve prayed about and asked about and learned about and witnessed prayer, it’s become clear to me that the only way prayer makes any sense is if two things are held to be vital and unchangeable:

God is completely sovereign, and God is completely good.

I know, this isn’t new. People have wrestled with the tension in it for millennia: If God is all-powerful, why doesn’t He stop horrible things from happening?  If He lets them happen, then how can He be good?  Shelves of books have been written about these questions by people much wiser than I.  I know I can’t resolve them here, and it’s not really the point of this post. 

The point of this post is to stop, and take a breath, and just sink for a moment into the glory contained in these to two truths.

God is completely sovereign, and God is completely good.

Too often I think we’re tempted to cheapen goodness by making it merely about comfort or happiness or the absence of pain.  Actual goodness, though—at least as I understand it in the Bible—is more about things being and doing what they were created (or in God’s case, exist) to do.  God exists to be glorified, and we exist to give Him glory. 

And in this world—now that it’s broken—sometimes His glory comes through terrible, painful, baffling things.

I don’t mean to say that these terrible things are themselves good.  We can point to endless things—starvation and disease and genocide and abuse and corruption and messed up relationships—which are manifestations of how broken and profoundly not-good this world is since humanity sinned.

No, what I mean instead is that to know that God is both completely sovereign and completely good is to acknowledge that He brings about good—genuine, deep, Himself-glorifying Good—through these things in a way that they couldn’t otherwise come.

I’ve erased this post dozens of times (literally—I started writing it more than a month ago) because it feels almost offensive to say that aloud.  I think of those who have suffered greatly—those dear to me—and picture them hearing those words as a slap in the face or a trite, bad-sympathy-card minimization of their grief.  I hope what I say here isn’t taken that way.

I don’t pretend to understand why God lets things unfold the way they do, or why sometimes He answers yes and sometimes—even to our most earnest and selfless and good-seeming prayers—He answers no.  But I think everything about prayer—about faith—changes when you realize how much richer and more substantial it is than just focusing on what you want and believing (or at least trying to believe) that if God is good then you’ll get it. 

So often people act like that’s what faith is: “believing hard enough.”  I remember as a kid, praying for someone who was terminally sick.  I prayed earnestly, knowing—knowing, for sure—that God was capable of healing that person, but struggled (guiltily) with the nagging belief that He likely wouldn’t.  And He didn’t. The incurable condition remained uncured.  Was that a lack of faith?  Would it have made a difference if in my prayers I had managed to believe, without reservation, that God not only could but would heal that person?

Maybe—there’s still much I don’t know or understand about prayer.  I don’t think so, though.

I don’t think so, because I think to say that makes the power of prayer all about me, as if I can control God through the sheer force of my will.

And I don’t think so because I think faith, in the context of prayer, is about trusting so fully in who God is—in his character and power and promises—that whether the outcome of a situation is what you wanted and hoped or not you know He is still that God.  That He is still worthy of all praise.  That He is still completely sovereign and completely good and—somehow—the answer He gives is for your good and for His glory.

For us to equate faith with “believing really hard that whatever you’re praying for will happen” is not only a mistake, but—think about it—outrageously cheeky. 

God promises many things to His people, and I think that in prayer we can (should!) claim these promises—these truths—with unflinching boldness. God will provide, God will equip, God will protect, God will guide, God will remain faithful.  But to assume that I—a finite, sinful, self-absorbed human, stuck on this narrow timeline and in this physical world—know exactly what the fulfillment of those promises must look like is really rather absurd.  I mean, talk about conceit.

The familiar “. . .but your will be done” isn’t some kind of cop-out phrase to tack onto the end of a prayer, so you have something to fall back on when you haven’t believed hard enough and what you prayed for doesn’t happen.  It’s at the heart of praying in faith.  It’s saying, “God, I believe that you are who you say you are.  You are sovereign, and good, and promise to provide, and I believe your promises.  From my human perspective, X looks good and I’m asking for it.  But I know that your thoughts and ways are far above my thoughts and ways, and more than I want X I want your will to be done and for you to be given glory.  I want X, but I know that if you don’t give me X that you are still good and still sovereign and still providing, just not in a way that I understand yet, or maybe ever will understand until I see you face to face.” 

Praying in faith is super hard, but not because it’s about mustering up enough belief in miracles that the strength of your conviction somehow brings them to pass.  It’s hard because it’s humbling, and dependent, and submissive, and forces us not only to accept but to expect that painful and inexplicable things will be part of our lives.  It’s hard because it makes us admit that prayer is not really about us at all.

That said, though, the truth—the glorious, gracious, we-don’t-deserve-it-at-all truth—is that since God can do anything—since He reigns over every speck of this universe, down to the molecule, the atom, the quark, the whatever-is-smaller-than-a-quark—and is also good—also loves each one of us like there’s only one of us, down to the very deepest middle of our selves and has mercifully chosen to work things for our good even though we’ve sinned—we have every reason to rejoice!  God not only knows what is very best—for us, for those around us, for everything He has made—on an incomprehensible, eternal scale, but He is capable of bringing it about.  It means that when we are struggling through profound, mystifying pain (which we will, on earth), that we needn’t despair.   It means that when we ask for something and He answers no, that (in a real and deep way that isn’t at all the cliché I’m afraid it sounds) He’s doing something better that we just can’t see. 

There is still so much I don’t understand about prayer and faith and how good comes through bad and why some prayers are more powerful than others and how prayer affects the spiritual battles going on around us.  I don’t know how or for what I ought to pray—I’m so grateful that the Holy Spirit intercedes, and that God is a patient teacher.  But this I do know:  We need to be praying. 

I’m convinced it’s as we pray that He teaches us to pray—that as we’re transformed into His likeness and our desires align more with His and our eyes see more what He sees and our ears are quicker to listen, that our prayers grow bolder and stronger and at least more how they ought to be.

All of creation groans under the curse of sin.  One day it won’t anymore (let that moment come soon!), but in the meantime—amazingly—we have a God who loves us, and grieves with us, and remembers that we are made of dust.  He knows that living here is hard.  It’s hard, but it’s never pointless, and we aren’t left here alone.  He not only allows but—even more amazingly—He wants us to come to Him, to listen to Him, to tell Him things, to ask for things.  He wants us to pray. 

So, let us do it!  Go to Him, and listen, and tell, and ask.  Pray without ceasing.  Pray for things that seem impossible.  Pray, and encourage one another to pray, and remind one another who God is even when life hurts and prayers seem to be unanswered—He is sovereign, and He is good, and is doing something far beyond what we can ask or imagine.

Not our will, but His be done. 

Thou Incomprehensible but Prayer-Hearing God,

Give me a heart frameable to thy will, that I might live in prayer.

Let me know that the work of prayer is to bring my will to thine,

that when I try to bring thy will to mine it is to command Christ, to be above Him, and wiser than He—that is my sin and pride.

May the matter of my prayer be always

wise, humble, submissive, obedient, scriptural, Christ-like.

Give me unwavering faith that supplications are never in vain, that 
if I seem not to obtain my petitions I shall have larger, richer answers.
Amen.

(adapted from The Valley of Vision)