Greater Things

Praying for Elephants


Trying to simplify our lives to some degree, my husband and I sold our house in Palouse, WA, and said good-bye to our home church a few months ago, moving, finally, to Spokane. We have been visiting various churches trying to find a “home,” a place where we would fit, serve, and grow.

Aren't We Too Old for This?

My husband and I were talking the other day about what an awkward process it is to visit churches. Not knowing anyone, not knowing where to go, the best place to sit, or if we could belong, has left us feeling . . . well, odd. I have found questions I didn’t expect: Will I find friends here? Can I find a place to serve? The scary part for me is that you have to actually start, actually commit, before you can find out if the awkwardness is only temporary. We talked about how children don’t seem to let awkwardness stop them from learning new things (well, most children). Everything they do is awkward for a long time, and they don’t seem to notice it. They just keep peddling, throwing, twirling, and singing, working their way to non-awkwardness no matter how long it takes.

Maybe We Should Pray About It...

Prayer can be awkward, too. Do I ask? Do I not? What happens if I don’t get the answers I want or expect? I am reading a book called Praying for Your Elephant, which is actually not a book about getting an elephant (where would I put one anyway?). The book focuses on "asking prayer." What is too BIG to ask God for? The author encourages readers to just be awkward (not his word, mine) – ask God for whatever He gives you to ask for. Are we willing to go through the awkwardness of asking for big things? Can I keep asking, twirling, worshipping, and waiting on this very big God who owns the cattle on a thousand hills until that awkwardness vanishes into confidence and faith? Though such asking may feel awkward for a long while yet, it’s a good journey with good company, and who knows, maybe an elephant or two.