I visited my friend Brett Aljets‘ church service (Whipple Creek Church in Vancouver, WA) yesterday. I had no expectations, but walked away processing through a lot of stuff in my head that assured me I was at the right place, at the right time, surrounded by the right people. One of the amazing and unexpected things that happened there was when words were put to a spiritual gift I operate under, but that often gets misunderstood: compassion. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines it like this:

Main Entry: com·pas·sion

: sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it

Compassion is lower on my list of spiritual gifts, but so many things I do that speak to recognizing distress and trying to alleviate it are very high on my list. This was addressed when I had the opportunity to have two wonderful ladies named Vicky and Angie spontaneously spend some time praying over me following the service yesterday. Vicky made a clear distinction when reading into my heart. She said that I don’t take pity upon others, but that I have a heart for compassion and seeing reconciliation come about. Oh man, how true that was! Reconciliation is something I have dreamed about from the time I first came to know Christ. He was my reconciler and I felt like through my example, others could be reconciled to each other and to him. More recently, I am processing my place as an Asian-American and how those of other cultures and races can be reconciled as well. At the root of it all is compassion. Even when there are deeper issues of pain and hurt that aren’t evident at the surface level, I sense them and try to address them.

In reality, having pity on someone is not something I offer. Feeling someone else’s pain and bearing their burden with them is not something I feel often. However, sensing a hurt or need and addressing it for the sake of healing and moving forward is something I’m immediately sensitive to. I am a fixer. So much so, that I want to fix things even before they become broken. Brokenness and pain are not comfortable places for me, therefore I try to move people (and situations) away from that place and on to a better place.

Thanks to a random, chance meeting with two women named Vicky and Angie, I feel like I can sense a door opening that will lead down a path of renewed hope to a higher calling that helps me fulfill my love for God and putting others ahead of myself. I’ve had people pray and prophesy over me before, but it’s always spoken to my ability to lead and draw out others. Vicky and Angie acknowledged that as well, but yesterday was different. Yesterday, I heard words that so moved those speaking them that they were in tears. Tears rooted in the hope of what will be if I give myself permission to act. Tears of joy and peace in knowing that some small segment of the population could come to know reconciliation through the compassion that God placed in my heart, if I just trust in him. It was a very moving experience and has given me some pause in how I view my situation.

My story isn’t necessarily unique, but its context is. It can only be told by me. It may only be for certain other ears to hear and eyes to see. It’s a story of how the God of love, hope, peace, and joy can speak to me at a time I didn’t feel as if I need to hear his voice, yet he so transformed me so that I could be compassionate to others that may be judged and cast aside by others. My journey is about to take me into the painful and messy environments of the marginalized, but it’s something I feel I have been preparing for my whole life.

Thank you Vicky, Angie, and Brett for an unforgettable (and potentially life-changing) experience yesterday! I am in awe at the wonder of how God works and how he continually has the patience to chisel away myself for the sake of seeing him revealed underneath.

When natural disasters happen an immediate response amongst people is: Where was God? Why did he let that happen? Without getting into the theology of the question, let me just share a story with you. It goes something like this:

Blind violinist Romel Joseph laid in what he called his “grave” for 18 hours.

The concrete support beams of his music school in Haiti pinned his legs and feet. Buried in the rubble of the five-story building, Romel realized he was trapped and would not be able to get out on his own.

He was overwhelmed by the hot air. He began to have a conversation with God.

“I said, ‘I would like to know if you are here. I’m really hot … and don’t have much time to live so if you are here, I’m really hot and I need some cool air.’ And believe it or not, the next thing I know, there’s cool air that got in.”

I would have to say that this was a pretty miraculous scenario. Why of all people did Romel Joseph experience God? The simple answer is that he called out to God and found that God was there. Honestly, as someone who professes a strong faith in Christ and has been involved in pastoral ministry for the past 5 years, I don’t know if I would have the courage to get through those same 18 hours that Romel did.

The beauty of this whole experience is that Romel didn’t talk about coming clean for any sins he had committed in the past. He didn’t guilt trip himself about being in that predicament as punishment for something he did against God. He didn’t freak out and cry out for his rescue. In a simple, quiet moment in a hot, sweltering mass of rubble that entrapped his legs and made it difficult to breathe he just asked God for some cool air. He didn’t say something like, “Please save me, I don’t deserve to die.” or “I’m sorry for my sins, please forgive me and now save me.” He just simply asked for some cool air and immediately he began receiving it.

Later Romel continues to pray and ends up visualizing himself playing violin music to concertos and the peace and joy he found in those visions allowed him to get through his 18 hours of entrapment and find himself free. At the hospital being treated for his injuries, the doctors are saying that he may never play the violin again because his hand was fractured along with his legs. However, Romel just says, “I have to play so they can hear what I want them to play.”

The level of tragedy in Haiti is one that I hope we never experience again in the history of our earth. However, no matter how great I may think of myself or my ministry, I am not sure I could have had the faith that Mr. Romel Joseph displayed through his 18 hour ordeal, which I know was just an extension of his personal faith in God already. Through hearing his story via an article on CNN, the whole world now sees the beauty and peace that came upon a brave man named Romel Joseph during an incredibly trying time–a beauty and peace that came from God and is now being shared through his faithfulness. It’s not about rituals, use of holy language, or advance preparations. God will be God no matter what we think.

Mr. Joseph, it is such an honor to live on this earth with you. May your story magnify the true nature of the God of grace, peace, and love.

excerpts from cnn.com article: Trapped Violinist Found Delivered, Through Prayers and Concertos.

It’s no secret to many of  you that follow my journey on twitter and/or facebook, that I am in a place where I am really seeking God on something. It’s radical, unexpected, challenging and humbling all at the same time. So often I have talked to pastors that have been in similar situations. Rather than divulge their secret prayers, they keep things private and only share glimpses of things. I know Scripture tells us that we are to pray in secret, but at the same time I believe that God uses others to speak into our lives. Scripture clearly tells us we are to gather together and pray and that where two or more are, God will be there.

In my experience it is way too easy to pray alone and feel as if we hear the voice of God speaking to us, when it may not be. Therefore, I have made it a point through my time of living out my faith that I will ask some people to help pray with me. At times, God uses those people to speak to me and either confirm or deny things I am thinking about. It has really helped me in my discernment process.

One of those friends, David Meysembourg, came through for me in an indescribable way today. We couldn’t connect in a tokbox chat this morning, but it’s as if the love of God manifested itself in a very brief video message he left for me. Somehow God brought David into the conversation and I was left with the biggest smile on my face. My heart was deeply warmed, my love for my friend was greatly increased, my direction seemed to be getting cleared. Had I not reached out to David and asked if he would pray with me and listen for God to move through him on my behalf, I would have missed out on one of the most beautiful and encouraging expressions of God I had ever experienced in my life. Something so small, meant so much to me.

I still have my doubts about some things, but they are being cast aside as people I have reached out to are coming alongside me and giving me virtual hugs and words of encouragement. How could I ever keep some things from friends when they have been so instrumental in my journey of faith and calling to ministry?

When in doubt, I reach out. I am eternally grateful that God has surrounded me with friends of loving grace that represent Christ so faithfully and do so with a smile on their face. Through their smiles, I sense Christ smiling upon me and I am encouraged to take the next step in faith knowing they believe in me, because Christ believes in me.

For all the people out there that say blogging is dead, I say you have no clue what you are talking about! I know that sounds harsh, but I adamantly believe it. Let me share a story of a dude named Dewde and my blog.

There was a lot of controversy surrounding an issue of Asian-American Christians taking offense to something, which I responded to in this blog post. Someone I did not know at the time read my blog post and chose to respond with a very short comment which simply stated:

Clearly you are not irrelevant.

Clearly.

peace | dewde

After that comment was left on my blog, I continued to see comments of peace and wisdom, all seasoned with a love that truly seemed to be evidence that Christ was alive and well in this guy named Dewde. He was everywhere in the blogosphere in response to the controversy, yet his remarks were always consistent — always taking the high road, yet acknowledging the inadvertent wrongfulness of the issue. I was taken back by his presence and devotion of time to exhibit such grace and truth from a non-Asian perspective. I imagined that Dewde must have been a well-versed Christian that somehow found grace and was devoted to sharing it with the world. I wanted to be more like him.

One night during a tokbox video conference on an issue of Asian-American ministry, Dewde pops into the conversation. I had to know more of his story. I was all set to be envious of his experience and learn what caused him to be so full of grace. Then, he softly spoke something that rocked my existence! He said that he was an atheist who married a Christian woman and came to know the eternal love of Christ through attending services at North Point Community Church in Georgia. What? An atheist? Specifically, an atheist-turned-Christian-through-a-mega-church-experience. Could this be true? Dewde definitely had my attention. The more he shared that night on tokbox, the more I realized that his story was very similar to mine. He shared a link to a video of his journey as an atheist who came to faith in the Lord. This guy who was so solidly grounded in peace and dripped the love of Christ from every pore of his body made statements in the video like:

• I had questions, but they were not answered to my satisfaction.

• I had a conversation with God. I told him that I did not believe he existed, and that this was his chance to prove to me that he did…I waited…I listened hard…And when the silence was over I had the proof I needed…And I became an atheist with a clean conscious.

What the heck? How could a guy who came to know Christ personally just seven years ago — a guy so rooted in his own reasoning skills and with so much evidence of Christians not being what they professed to be — how could this guy seem to have found so much peace? I said similar things during my years as an atheist, yet don’t reveal that much grace in my life. I was developing a bond with my newfound brother and it greatly encouraged me to know God was at work in this way in others. While Dewde and I have a lot of similarities in our journeys, we are two very individual people. We are not the same. Therefore, Dewde’s story is worth knowing and I encourage you to take a few moments to witness his story in the video below. I know many of you know him via twitter and the blogosphere, but I’m not sure many of you know how he came to be this amazing guy named Dewde, who loves others because Christ first loved him.

Here’s the video:

It’s Personal – A Former Atheist Speaks from dewde on Vimeo.

If we’re connected via twitter & facebook, you know that I had to drive down to Santa Barbara, CA so my wife could be with her brother who just had a heart attack. It was quite an interesting situation, and I’ll do my best to explain it briefly. First, I must say thank you again to all of my friends and faithful prayer people that saw my tweets/facebook updates and stood with us in prayer over my brother-in-law Allan and the situation. Lots was going on at the time and the timing was bad for us to be making the drive, but so many things came about that I attribute to God honoring all of the prayers that were lifted up for us. Thank you!!!!

1. First thing to report is that Allan did have what appears to be a heart attack, yet there are no lasting signs of it. He has no scarring of the heart nor is there anything else to be concerned about that could lead to future heart attacks. There were no blockages in the arteries and no stroke. In essence, his heart stopped and he was resuscitated, but the doctors couldn’t find a reason for it happening, nor a reason why it should happen again. Also, there is no evidence to show it ever occurred. He was deemed heart-healthy.

2. Apparently Allan did stop breathing and CPR was not performed until paramedics arrived. There is no evidence of any resulting brain damage at this point. He was on a respirator for a couple of days mainly because he was sedated. The doctors medicated him and put his body into a state of deep relaxation to help him recover, so the respirator was breathing on his behalf, but only while under the sedation.

3. He wasn’t responsive to questions nor was he talkative during his time in the hospital. However, the doctors stated that this is a normal reaction from someone who had a heart attack. They pass out, wake up in a hospital, and are disoriented for awhile. We were concerned that there was some brain damage, but the tests came back negative.

4. It basically seems to have come down to being diagnosed as a freak occurrence. The doctors said it could happen again, or it may not. No way of knowing, since they have no idea what caused the episode in the first place.

5. It looks like Allan will be cleared to be released from the hospital today.

Throughout this situation it has been amazing to receive a bunch of prayer from friends and new friends, and then have a chance to watch God work through it all. Even things like the emergency happening during a time when hotel rates (which can run upwards of $400/night) were at their lowest of the season, and we were able to make the drive without rain/snow/fog impairing our visibility. They can appear as such simple things or things that operate outside of God’s control, yet I believe that so much was done on our behalf, through your prayers. I posted more of how this has helped to shape my personal perspective yesterday: Finding beauty in the chaos.

If you would still consider praying for Allan and the family as he comes through this time it would be greatly appreciated! My mother-in-law is with one of her daughters a few blocks from Allan’s apartment through the holidays. I’m hoping they can re-connect and spend some time together until I leave to pick her up after the first of the new year.

Again, thanks to everyone so much for the prayers, positive thoughts, and kindness extended to us. It is very much appreciated!

I’m tapping this post out on my iPhone from the beach in Santa Barbara. I know how glamorous that sounds, but in my mind it really isn’t. A lot has been going on in my life lately, but this really isn’t about me. It’s about finding beauty in the midst of chaos and life’s uncertainties.

In the past I could expect to be really upset that the timing of my brother-in-law’s heartache was crappy. I had just driven 1,200 miles through Santa Barbara to get to some meeting in Los Angeles. After coming home I was back in the car 2 days later headed to Santa Barbara. I could hAve felt put out because my wife wouldn’t fly after having a claustrophobic panic attack during a flight home from Portland, OR a few weeks ago. Yes, the timing of things was verh unfortunate, but when is it ever fortunate for a family member to have a heart attack?

I feel like my life is headed into a tailspin of chaos and trying to make up for lost time. However, as I sit here writing this I know I would be an idiot for letting that take away from the beauty I sense at this moment: My wife has the opportunity to show her love for her brother Allan by being here for him
when no one else is. She gets to be strong and responsible by helping manage his care by answering questions for the doctors. My daughters who hate long car rides came with me and have been able to spend time as sisters, laughing and having fun as well as being on the beach, which they really enjoy. Through all of this my friends on twitter and facebook have supported us through powerful prayer and even those I never expected to pray are there calling on God on behalf of our family and God is responding. The timing of our trip is such that we missed the heavy rains here and can experience a sunny day and relaxing environment. So many things to find beauty in what otherwise could have been depressing and overwhelming.

Today isn’t a day for feeling down, because I can now see how days like this can’t just be coincidental. Attitudes of joy and caring just can’t come to the forefront for those of us consumed by our own personal issues. God’s divinity, grace, and love have been present in all of this. I remember a time when it would have been a about me and the crap being rained down on my life. God’s plan to take me away from that place is the most wonderful thing that could have ever happened to me. Seeing him healing my brother-in-law and my family through this emergency and. recognizing true love from my friends (and new friends) is something that can’t be taught. May God reveal his way to you in such times so that you too can look to the beauty that is present in your chaos.

Continuing a bit with a theme I started on yesterday’s blog post here, I wanted to clarify something. For those of you that don’t know my story, I wanted to give a bit of background and to confirm my thoughts on race and the American church. Being an Asian with the last name Ingland, you can imagine that it can easily lend to some confusion :)

I was born in Japan, but put up for adoption. My adopted parents are bi-racial, being that my dad was white and grew up in a small coal mining town in Pennsylvania and my mom was a native Japanese woman. My parents met in Japan while my dad was stationed there in the US Air Force. So, while I have my adopted father’s last name, I am 100% Japanese. However, the context of my culture is really American. While my mom is Japanese, due to prejudice and racism she did everything she could to assimilate us into our exclusively white neighborhood. I was one of 3 Asians in my graduating class in high school. So, for me, most of what I know is rooted in white, American culture. In the conversation of Asian-American church, I am kind of the oddball. However, there are aspects of me that are inherently Asian…things that I don’t consciously think about or purposefully do or think, yet they are ingrained in who I am. This is the conflict I have spent the past 9 months trying to figure out–who am I and who am I supposed to minister to?

When I look at the predominantly white, American church I don’t necessarily see it as evil or racist. I don’t even really consider it segregated. What I do see though is that there is a perspective present there that only someone not white would understand. When a white pastor proclaims to a white congregation that they want to purposefully try and reach out to people of color, I know their heart is in the right place. However, in reality, this is a very difficult challenge because of the current establishment. Just as most white people would feel uncomfortable driving into a black neighborhood and worshiping as the only white person in a black church, people of color can feel the same discomfort in a white church. I know that you’re reading that last sentence and believing that it is not true of you, but I think if you were being completely honest you would agree, even if not publicly. Know that not only is there a discomfort for non-whites in a white church, but there is also a disconnect. American culture, as mainstream as it is, really lacks diversity and the incorporation of other cultural perspectives. You can bring in an African-American pastor to share a message on Sunday about Kwanzaa, but that really doesn’t help us break down the discomfort and the disconnect that exists in our churches today.

Having said all of this, let me reiterate again: I do not believe that churches that are predominantly one race are racist. I just believe that the method is causing them not to realize a congregation that truly represents the diversity of their community.

If you are part of a white church, in a white community, in a small farm town in the midwest somewhere, does that make you racist? Not at all. Part of the conversation of diversity and multi-culturalism has to exclude some people just because their ministry has no choice except to be predominantly white. Same is true if you are part of a black church in a predominantly African-American neighborhood.

Does racism exist in the church today? Yes, it absolutely does. However, so does idolatry, addiction, hypocracy, the making of celebrities..etc. The church today is not perfect! We don’t always practice what we preach. If we better-understood the message of Christ and grace, we’d be a happier church without judgment and criticism.

While I acknowledge racism exists in the church, I also believe that racial segregation is a by-product of how we “do” church today. It is rooted in how we have “done” church in the past. It’s become more about us and less about Christ. That being said, I still know that the heart of many churches is in the right place.

Know that if a church is trying to establish a ministry to Russian people that have migrated to the US and still know more about Russian culture and the language than they do about America and English, it does not make them racist. Also know that if white people in a swank suburb are being ministered to in the context of being white collar professionals with no programs or ministries to connect with people other than themselves, does not make them racist. People of different cultures, in different communities, will just naturally want to congregate together.

Know this as well: There are people being called into ministry to start doing a new work that goes beyond color or socio-economic classes. As the future of our American culture changes, we as the church must change with it. For some, the status quo isn’t about racism and segregation, but there is a feeling that change must take place. Let’s not try to bridge the gap of black and white, but instead let us bridge the gap to be people reaching people, regardless of color or social status.

There was an exchange on twitter this morning that got my attention. Someone sent out a tweet (a post on twitter that is 140 characters or less) asking for prayer for someone that has been experiencing the effects of the slow economy and their sales are suffering at their store. Rather than immediately respond with a tweet confirming prayer, the reply was this:

what does she do? lots of smart folks around these parts. i am sure she is already praying. lets be the answer.

Imagine how things would be if more people took this attitude. Don’t get me wrong–I absolutely believe in the power of prayer and that we should come before God and pray for the needs of others. However, I am also one who believes that prayer is not always the answer. How often have you heard people say that they will pray for you, only to believe in the back of your mind that they won’t? How many times have you told someone that you would pray for them, only to see that you didn’t? What if we desired the solution more than the prayer? Sometimes it makes us feel better if we know others are praying for us. Sometimes it makes God pleased when we initiate action to meet needs rather just relying on prayer.

I’m reminded of the story in Luke 5:17-20 CEV:

¹⁷One day some Pharisees and experts in the Law of Moses sat listening to Jesus teach. They had come from every village in Galilee and Judea and from Jerusalem.

God had given Jesus the power to heal the sick, ¹⁸and some people came carrying a crippled man on a mat. They tried to take him inside the house and put him in front of Jesus. ¹⁹But because of the crowd, they could not get him to Jesus. So they went up on the roof, where they removed some tiles and let the mat down in the middle of the room. ²⁰When Jesus saw how much faith they had, he said to the crippled man, “My friend, your sins are forgiven.”

Jesus didn’t remark on their great ability to pray, but rather he noticed their ingenuity and steadfastness in getting this man before his presence so that the paralytic man could be healed. Too often when we see an obstacle before us we pray and hope that a way is made to get what we want instead of actually taking steps to try and activate our faith to get what we want.

God has given us amazing gifts and talents that can be activated through our faith. Many times we should be in a position to act out our faith and be creative, rather than just sit there and pray.

Please do pray, for we are called to do so (1 Thessalonians 5:16-19). Many times this can be our first step of faith. However, please know that the answer to our prayer may require us to take action, believing that God can do things through us, his people. Let’s be the answer!

The NIV version of Philippians 4:4-7 tells us to rejoice in the Lord always. Not just once, but it is written twice! It reminds us to let our gentleness be apparent to all and to not be anxious about anything. We are instructed to pray about everything and be thankful as the peace of God will take us beyond anything we ever imagined, and guard our hearts and minds as we focus on Christ Jesus.

As I mentioned earlier, the common thread through all of Philippians is the notion of joy and rejoicing. Some days in ministry, especially in church planting, at the end of the day of being beaten down and weary it is difficult to think of rejoicing. Not only are we faced with battling the community as we represent Christ and faith in him to a world that is in opposition to him, but we also face issues within our leadership and people, anger from those hurt by the church in the past, people that feel we are divisive because they think God’s Word excludes them, working without similar financial compensation that we would get in any other workplace, people committing with their lips yet not with their hands, etc. However, if anyone of us looks at these and wishes they were not in ministry I have some simple advice. GET OUT NOW! Paul explains to us and we need to understand that we are called to rejoice in all things. We are on the side of righteousness and eternal life. We are not working for treasures here on earth. If at the end of the day you can’t get yourself to come around and go face the world the next morning, this probably isn’t the time for you to be in ministry. Go do something else and be happy. Ministry is difficult. Church planting is difficult. It takes someone committed to keep working at it for a cause greater than themselves and their personal feelings. I have gotten to some low points and faced the decision of leaving the ministry or giving up on the vision of seeing a transformational community come together here in Sacramento. It’s easy to give up. Sometimes it feels right to want to give up. We need to work through those feelings and jump back into the fire or really make the decision to get out. Otherwise you will crash and burn and be useless to others, probably even useless to yourself. It’s not necessarily the end of your ministry, but quite possibly it may be a well-needed rest to be ready for God’s timing when he calls you to something new.

We are called to pray and give thanks in everything. However, we aren’t always going to be able to. It’s just a fact. No one can really be rejoicing in the face of adversity, pain, heartbreak or loss. How we handle those times will determine how we move forward and if we will ever get to a place of rejoicing after the fire has come and gone. For me, the biggest saving grace in my life are the friends that God has surrounded me with. As an atheist for 37 years before becoming a Christian, you can imagine that most of my friends are worldly and in some instances atheists as well. During the rough times, these friends of mine will typically encourage me to get out and go back to what used to bring me a six figure income, nice cars and travel. To them, my reasoning for going away from that life never quite clicked in their minds. Most of them envied my position and respected me for my worldly credentials and successes. So, I value my new friendships with people that know my struggles and encourage me. I could not be where I am without them. When I look at my friendships, all of them being outside of my city, I revel in God’s favor on my life. My friends aren’t wealthy and can’t jump in and help me setup sound equipment or invite people to connect with our community of faith, but they are always there anytime I call or email. They always listen before speaking. Whether it’s days or months that pass by without contact, or maybe even just a few hours…they are always by my side and praying to God for me. For this I rejoice even though I face difficult days and rejection at times. It is easy to get back on the horse after getting kicked off and stomped when one has friends like I do!

In my study time through Philippians this week, I find that The Message translation of verses 4-7 speak to me in ways that most fill my heart with joy. It is written in a way that encourages and reminds us that we should celebrate the gift of ministering to others that God has given us. With this gift comes great responsibility, but knowing there is nothing else I could do right now than this, it is a sweet and pleasant taste that I want to savor…to know that somewhere, someone is going to know Christ eternally through something that is said or done in the context of living life as followers of him is an amazing thing. So amazing, that I want to share the experience with others and bring them along in this journey. I want to share the love of Christ in my heart with others and let them know his healing power still works, that miracles happen all around us every day, that Satan is fooling and deceiving a lot of people that are clueless to his lies. There is great power in Christ that needs to be manifested through his people. I’m looking for a team of people that believe that and desire to serve under this powerful anointing on Sacramento. Know that the Lord is near and he is coming soon. Consider our time here on earth to be short…how does that make you feel? Does it move you to do more? Is something stirring in your heart when you think about it? I close with Philippians 4:4-7 MSG…it’s time to stand up and celebrate!

Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you’re on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute!

Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.

If God spoke to you and promised to immediately deliver on one prayer, what would you pray? Some may pray for a job, or a house, a spouse, world peace, an end to poverty, strength to just get through the day. Once even Jesus prayed that the burden be taken from him if possible as death on the cross was going to be so painful.

After videotaping a message for LifeChurch.tv‘s One Prayer project, I have the thought of one prayer on my mind a lot. Even this weekend I’m preaching at the mother church and I had to pick some verses from the first half of 1 Kings. This is where Solomon’s one prayer takes place.

I don’t know if I could condense my prayers down to just one if given the opportunity, but let’s see how Solomon responded:

1 Kings 3:5-12 NIV:

⁵ At Gibeon the LORD appeared to Solomon during the night in a dream, and God said, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.”

⁶ Solomon answered, “You have shown great kindness to your servant, my father David, because he was faithful to you and righteous and upright in heart. You have continued this great kindness to him and have given him a son to sit on his throne this very day.

⁷ “Now, O LORD my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. ⁸ Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. ⁹ So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?”

¹⁰ The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this. ¹¹ So God said to him, “Since you have asked for this and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have asked for the death of your enemies but for discernment in administering justice, ¹² I will do what you have asked. I will give you a wise and discerning heart, so that there will never have been anyone like you, nor will there ever be.

Solomon was so honored by God that he only wanted what God wanted. In verse 9 his prayer is that God grant him a discerning heart to govern his people and to distinguish between right and wrong. How humble and noble is that? He didn’t ask for wealth or obedience from his servants or long life or anything practical from a human perspective. He just wanted to be wise. So often, after seeking things from God, in the end, wouldn’t it have been better had we just asked for wisdom and discernment?

I have such a long list of things I’d like to have for my life, my family, my business, and the church plant. Usually at the top of that list is something that money can buy. However, today I need to re-direct those thoughts into seeking God’s wisdom and asking him to give me a discerning heart. Help me to cut through the garbage and focus on things that money can’t buy. Put my sights not on the silver and gold and things that moth and rust can destroy, but turn to heavenly things and trust that God will give me all that is needed to do his will.

In light of Solomon’s wise choice for his prayer, if God were to grant you one prayer that he would immediately deliver upon, what would you pray?

PS. In honor of Solomon’s humbleness and humility, immediately following the passage above, in verse 13 God tells Solomon: “Moreover, I will give you what you have not asked for—both riches and honor—so that in your lifetime you will have no equal among kings.”