Jesus felt their reaction betrayed a lack of faith, which of course it did. So does mine. In fact, I think anytime God answers a prayer I am always at least a little bit surprised. It should be the other way around. If I pray diligently and get no reply, I should be utterly in shock. Jesus’ comments on people’s lack of faith are frequent in the Bible. “O unbelieving and perverse generation…how long shall I put up with you?” (Matthew 17:17) is a common type of refrain. He was frustrated often, even with the disciples who seemed constantly surprised at His powers and couldn’t cast out demons on their own. Their faith seemed to come after His death, once they had seen Him risen with their own eyes. Oh to have that luxury, and then maybe I, too, would really, truly believe without a doubt. (How very “Thomas” of me!)
Now, to be clear, I don’t think God is a genie who will do anything we ask, nor do I think He even wants us moving His mountains around all over the place. Praying within God’s will is crucial.I think Jesus’ point was that it was so difficult for people to have real, solid, unwavering belief that He felt the mountains were pretty safe where they were. He was also pointing out the power and importance of faith, if we could possibly manage to have some.
The fact that I lack even a seed’s worth of faith is a very sobering and humbling realization. But if I am perfectly honest about reviewing my prayers, I realize I have thrown some up in desperation, done many mechanically, begged and pleaded, gotten angry, prayed about things I really didn’t care much about at all, offered some suggestions, or turned to God because I didn’t really have a better idea…but rarely, rarely have I ever prayed anything with complete and total conviction, whereby I would have been amazed had God not honoured it. “I do believe…help me overcome my unbelief”(Mark 9:24) remains my ongoing plea.I distinctly remember praying one evening several years ago, and getting the hiccups in the middle of my prayer. As my subsequent annoyance grew, I finally blurted out “Lord, can you please get rid of these hiccups??” Immediately they were gone. And my reaction was what? Thanks, now let’s continue? Nope. Similar to the disciples, it was complete surprise and amazement, followed closely by doubt. Wow, was that really God? Did He actually cure my hiccups just because I asked Him to? He’s really listening to me? Was that a coincidence? Does He even care about things like hiccups? Just like when Jesus rather off-handedly cursed a fig tree, and the disciples were amazed when it actually died. “Wow, look at that Lord! It actually worked!!”
Jesus felt their reaction betrayed a lack of faith, which of course it did. So does mine. In fact, I think anytime God answers a prayer I am always at least a little bit surprised. It should be the other way around. If I pray diligently and get no reply, I should be utterly in shock. Jesus’ comments on people’s lack of faith are frequent in the Bible. “O unbelieving and perverse generation…how long shall I put up with you?” (Matthew 17:17) is a common type of refrain. He was frustrated often, even with the disciples who seemed constantly surprised at His powers and couldn’t cast out demons on their own. Their faith seemed to come after His death, once they had seen Him risen with their own eyes. Oh to have that luxury, and then maybe I, too, would really, truly believe without a doubt. (How very “Thomas” of me!)
Now, to be clear, I don’t think God is a genie who will do anything we ask, nor do I think He even wants us moving His mountains around all over the place. Praying within God’s will is crucial.I think Jesus’ point was that it was so difficult for people to have real, solid, unwavering belief that He felt the mountains were pretty safe where they were. He was also pointing out the power and importance of faith, if we could possibly manage to have some.
The fact that I lack even a seed’s worth of faith is a very sobering and humbling realization. But if I am perfectly honest about reviewing my prayers, I realize I have thrown some up in desperation, done many mechanically, begged and pleaded, gotten angry, prayed about things I really didn’t care much about at all, offered some suggestions, or turned to God because I didn’t really have a better idea…but rarely, rarely have I ever prayed anything with complete and total conviction, whereby I would have been amazed had God not honoured it. “I do believe…help me overcome my unbelief”(Mark 9:24) remains my ongoing plea.