A city guy lost his way on rural roads. Dangerously low on fuel, he came across a man on a tractor who looked like a landowner. “Excuse me, sir,” the traveler said, “but I’m lost and running low on gas. Can you tell me how to get to the nearest gas station”? The man on the tractor thought for a few seconds, and then said, “Well, mister, if I was lost, running low on gas, and looking for the nearest gas station, I wouldn’t start from here.”
So, after the smile, I’ve been thinking about David the songwriter king of Israel who prayed,
“I have wandered away like a lost sheep; come and find me… (Psalm 119:176).
When David thought about the laws of God, he knew in his heart that he had strayed. The second thing he did right was to ask God to come to his rescue.
Looking back, I think some of the worst prayers I’ve ever prayed contained my own idea of how I wanted God to help me and what I wanted his help to look like. Maybe second worst were prayers that expressed a veiled assumption of what I thought I was entitled to.
Would you agree with me that, when we need help, there are some places and prayers that are not the best place to begin from?