Luke 18:1-8 The Persistent Widow and the Power of Prayer

This parable has always been one of my favorite parables spoken by Jesus. It is found in Luke 18:1-8 and is one of the more obscure parables. I love it so much because it tells of the power of persistence, specifically the persistence of prayer. In fact, Luke begins the narration of this parable by telling his audience that the reason Jesus told it was “to the effect that they ought always pray and not lose heart (18:2 ESV).” It is so easy for us to pray and lose faith when we don’t get immediate response, or even a response in what we might consider a “timely manner.” This widow shows us why it is so important to be persistent. Go read Luke 18:1-8!

This parable begins in v2 with an introduction of a judge “who neither feared God nor respected man.” It is so important to the rest of this parable that we understand that this man was ugly of heart; he was not righteous in any way and did not have any love or respect for anyone other than himself. Haven’t we all known people like this? Can you imagine awaiting judgment from the one that person, or trying to receive justice and compassion from that person? This is the one to whom the widow pleads her case: an unrighteous man without compassion. Verse 3 introduces the widow who kept coming to him and asking for justice against her adversary. I love this word, kept. This woman was tenacious! I just wonder the last time we had to be tenacious with God? How long do you pray before you give up on getting an answer?

Verse 4 says that the judge refused for a while, but finally he said to himself, “Though I neither fear God nor respect man, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will give her justice, so that she will not beat me down by her continual coming.” Again, we see the judge use the word “keeps;” in Greek this word is kopos, meaning, “a beating, an intense labor with trouble and toil.” Can’t you just see the image this definition evokes? This widow beats the judge down with her persistence, her intense labor finally wearing him down to surpass his apathy if only to get rid of her. Essentially, this woman makes herself such a nuisance that the judge has to give into her demands to be rid of the trouble she’s causing him. Do you know what this means for us? We are allowed to make a nuisance of ourselves before God in our desire for His answer! It is not a lack of faith when we repeat our prayers – Jesus told us to do it! We only turn our prayers into actions of faithlessness when God has already given us the answer and we do not believe him in his word.

The awesome part is what Jesus says in his explanation of the parable in vv7-8, “And will not God give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? I tell you, he will give justice to them speedily.” There is an obvious contrast between God and the judge: the judge in v2 is characterized as neither fearing God nor respecting man, whereas God is seen as a loving judge who hears each cry of his people. This highlights the both the depravity of the human judge in v2 and also the abounding love the Holy Father has for His children. The contrast used in this passage strengthens Jesus’ argument that if the unrighteous judge will begrudgingly, finally give justice to the widow, how much more will the Ancient of Days dispense His holy justice? Not only will God dispense perfect justice, but he answers the cries of his people swiftly and speedily.

Sometimes it doesn’t seem like God answers us swiftly – definitely not as swiftly as we want. I prayed for 6 years for God to direct me in my future path. What I know now is that those 6 years were preparing me to enter a ministry in which I was no way prepared to undertake when I first started praying. I continued to pray and all the while, God was molding me into the person I needed to be before I could even entertain the idea of a career in God’s work. That’s the beauty of God’s timing; sometimes He simply is waiting to answer you until you are finally ready and capable of understanding His answer. Take heart, Dear One; God is constantly preparing you into the one you need to become to face your future. God is breathing in your prayers like incense and they are sweet indeed (Revelation 5:8). Be persistent in your prayers and have faith that God is preparing you for the time when your answer will come ❤

Take Me to the King

I am a music girl. Oh yes. I swear the only way I get anything done around the house – this includes cooking – is if I have my music on and have a dance party in my kitchen. #truth. So today, my house was in dire need of a good cleaning, so I put on my music and jammed out while I was picking up. Then this song by Tamela Mann came on called “Take Me to the King”… Oh my. I stopped cleaning and stood there with my broom in my kitchen and soaked up these words:

Truth is I’m tired
Options are few
I’m trying to pray
But where are you?
I’m all churched out
Hurt and abused
I can’t fake
What’s left to do?
Truth is I’m weak
No strength to fight
No tears to cry
Even if I tried
But still my soul
Refuses to die
One touch will change my life
[Chorus:]
Take me to the King
I don’t have much to bring
My heart’s torn in pieces
It’s my offering
Lay me at the throne
Leave me there alone
To gaze upon Your glory
And sing to You this song
Please take me to the King

All I could think about was all the times in my life I have felt like this: when church doesn’t cut it. When the “church-talk” is too superficial and doesn’t get into the realness where it’s needed. When your friends don’t understand. When you family has no clue. When you can’t speak the words to convey the sorrow. When your soul is screaming and nothing and no one can help fix it, what do you do? I love the words to this chorus: “Lay me at the throne and just leave me there alone!” I remember sitting on my couch with a broken heart that I just could not put back together – nothing I tried for months could fix my broken soul. Until. Finally I heard some words to a Psalm – I may have remembered them from my childhood, but I think it was God whispering them into my ears knowing I would search for them. It went something like this: “Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am languishing; heal me Lord, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD?! How long? (Psalm 6:2-3).” Those words, “how long, O LORD, how long,” repeated in my head as I cried my sorrows into my pillow and waited for the God who promised to be there. I felt abandoned. But slowly God showed me that he is indeed the healer; he is the one who takes the offering of a heart torn to pieces and sews it into a new and beautiful creation. It took me laying at his throne alone – it was just Him and I, no church, no friends, no family. He put me back together in a way that I could never have done, and he gave me a new life that surpassed my wildest dreams. As I laid at His throne, He showed me his glory and replaced my broken love with one that filled me with peace and joy in all circumstances. When my father died two years ago, I knew that the throne was the only place I could go that would reach into my sorrow and mend it from the inside out. And God was there, He was with me every moment of every day, showing me the joy in each day. He did not always give me the answers I craved, but always he gave me peace and rest.

So, Beloved, when your heart is in pieces and “church” just doesn’t cut it. When what lies broken in you is more than man’s words can handle: lay yourself at the throne. Lay there all alone and gaze upon His glory, singing this song. Go to the King and offer Him the pieces. He is the only one that can revive your broken heart ❤

The Prodigal’s Father

I have always loved this parable out of Luke 15:11-32. Not because of the son – because of the father. Those of you not familiar with this story, go read it! Those of you who are, read it anyways 🙂 This son tells his father that he wants his inheritance now so he can run off and live the high life. He squanders his wealth on gifts for his friends, prostitutes, and all manner of “fleshly” desires. He finally runs out of money and is so ashamed of his actions that he would rather feed pigs and eat the slop of the pigs than return home and face his father. Just so you know the depth that the son was willing to go to hide his shame from his father, let me give you some background on the Jewish culture: to feed pigs meant you were ritually unclean and could not enter the temple of God – the presence of God. To feed pigs, especially to eat with the pigs, meant you were unworthy and defiled in the most intimate way possible. This son was willing to give up any semblance of purity in the Jewish Law just so he didn’t have to face his father and the disappointment, the shame he would encounter upon his disgraceful return. Aren’t we all like that? How long it took me to return to God’s loving arms after I left Him for worldly pleasures. I thought I was missing out on life and life with God made me vulnerable in ways that I could no longer handle. I tried every pleasure the world offered and found myself eating with the pigs, nothing but muddy clothes and an unclean spirit left for my troubles. The prodigal son and I had much in common. However, in Luke 15:17, the son realizes that even the servants in his father’s household are treated better and eat better than he does and so decides to return as a servant. See, the son thought that he was so unclean that his father wouldn’t accept him any longer as a son, but hoped that he would be accepted as a household servant. Aren’t we all like this? We believe the filth in which we have coated ourselves is too much for the forgiveness that we so desperately hope for. We long to be welcomed home by the only one who can rid us of our filth and feed us something more than the slop of the world, but we believe that we are no longer worthy of such high esteem and honor. We are no longer worthy of the love and forgiveness we so desperately crave. It took me so long to understand the free gift of God’s love. So many wasted years believing that I could worship this God that I was no longer worthy of – that He could not possibly love me any longer, so I would simply try to be His servant in hopes for His leftover scraps. Just like the story in Luke however, God is like the prodigal’s father – every moment of the day, He is searching for us, every day he is watching for the moment when He could see us a long way off. Every day he longs for our return. Beloved, simply turn to seek His face and, like the prodigal’s father, He will RUN to you; He will throw his arms around you and rejoice, saying, “Let us eat and celebrate! For this, my child, was dead and is alive again; my child was lost and has now been found!” There is no sin that God cannot wipe from your garments. There is no food of this world that is too unclean for God to purify. You are an heir to the throne of God and He is waiting to crown you as His child. He is simply waiting, ready to throw a party upon your return. Come! He has spread the table and is waiting your presence. Come! He has so much love and joy and peace that He is waiting to give to you; you do not have to be a servant waiting for leftovers any longer – take your rightful place as heir to the throne of God and partake of the feast that only He can give.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

Be blessed tonight, Beloved One. Open your heart to the one who will never break it. In His Gracious and Holy name, Amen and Amen.

Audrey