Often I hear the phrase “praying heaven down,” maybe it’s just because of my line of work. This, to me, is a fervent prayer that is powerful because it’s desperate. Desperate for something supernatural that causes people to circle a city seven times until it crumbles. (Joshua 6)
It’s the type of prayer from a desperate mother telling the son of God that she believes he is her answer. And, that she’s not too proud to ask for the crumbs falling from someone else’s tables. I don’t think there is anything more powerful than a mother’s fierce love and crumb-hungry faith. Jesus took notice of her and healed her daughter while marveling at the faith inside of a broken, stubborn heart. (Matt 15: 21-28)
It’s the desperation of four friends carrying the dead weight of their stationary, broken friend with drops of sweat dripping off hard working backs. There was no time for praying heaven down, so they took the stairs and ripped off a roof to lower their friend down to see Jesus in a crowded room with able bodies and bruised hearts.
Faith makes wide circles and walls crumble.
Crumbs become meals of miracles and healing.
Love looks like lowering someone in front of Jesus and a torn roof.
2 And again He entered Capernaum after some days, and it was heard that He was in the house. 2 Immediately[a] many gathered together, so that there was no longer room to receive them, not even near the door. And He preached the word to them. 3 Then they came to Him, bringing a paralytic who was carried by four men. 4 And when they could not come near Him because of the crowd, they uncovered the roof where He was. So when they had broken through, they let down the bed on which the paralytic was lying.
5 When Jesus saw their faith, He said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven you.” Mark 2:1-5
When four friends heard of what Jesus could do, they put their friend in the place of blessing and ultimately healing. “Standing room” only couldn’t keep them out of the crowded room that contained their miracle.
I see the world in need of a few more gaping holes from ripped up roofs.
I see hands that are callous-free from rope burns.
I see friends covering up paralyzed hearts and stuck-ness because asking to be carried feels more daunting than the aching inside of them.
I see the circling cease right at six in a half laps when just a few more tired paces to seven would unleash a battle cry and victory won.
Look for the crumbs knowing a full meal is headed your way.
Circle one more time in obedience with the taste of dirt and tears and victory in your mouth. Don’t give up right before your breakthrough happens.
When you can’t pray heaven down for yourself, let alone your loved ones, take the stairs.
Rip open the roof.
Desperation isn’t a failure, it’s the doorway to your miracle.
Tearing up your roof and carrying you in prayer today.
Much love to you,