A couple of Sunday nights ago, I was singing in south GA. The pastor of the church told us before service that he wanted to come up at the end and give people an opportunity to come to Jesus. Believe it or not, that’s not always a priority in some services. Let me pause and say that a service without giving someone an opportunity to bring their needs to Christ is simply entertainment. The gospel, however it is delivered, goes hand in hand with a time of invitation!
As the pastor gave a short message of invitation, people began gathering around the altar. Again, a rarity these days. Just a reminder: the altar is for the saved, as well as the lost. I watched as postures broke and tears fell, hearts bowing before Christ. Their fellow brothers and sisters in Christ kneeled around them to pray. It’s a sight that gets me every time, no matter how hard I try to fight it.
My heartstrings were stirred as I watched such a touching moment from the stage above. I didn’t even know these people but it was just awesome to see. I thought, “How much more is our Heavenly Father‘s heartstrings stirred when He sees us kneeling before Him? He is the one who knows each of us inside and out.”
Hebrews 4:15-16 tells us “For we have not a high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.”
The New Living Translation says it like this: “This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same testings we do, yet he did not sin. So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.”
I’ll admit that I’m very prideful when it comes to showing hurt or asking for help from others. I’ve been raised in a ministry family where you didn’t show your needs because you had to help everyone else with theirs. So early on, I developed an attitude that you would have a better chance of seeing the devil selling snow cones on the street in a pink tutu than for me to let you know I need help.
Over the last couple of years, I have come to realize that I treat God that way at times. If He is the ultimate healer, deliverer and way-maker that I tell others about, why do I find myself hiding my heart from Him? Why do I push God away like He’s a friend or family member who has done me wrong? Why do I find it beyond me to hit the altar and cry out to Him for help?
If any one of us were in a car wreck, we would not stay quietly trapped inside the vehicle and hope for the best. Instead, we would cry out for anyone who could help! Why do we treat ourselves differently when it comes to being a wreck on our insides?
David offered this prayer in Psalms 142:1-7 (NKJV): “I cry out to the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD, I make my supplication.
I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk, they have secretly set a snare for me. Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.
I cried out to You, O LORD: I said, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living. Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I. Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Your name; The righteous shall surround me, for You shall deal bountifully with me.’”
Be like David, cry out to Jesus. Do not let anything or anyone stop you from telling your hurts to Jesus. After all, He already knows what’s going on with you.