Isaiah 9:2 The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
The doors that have clanged shut so many times now swing open. The hallway, dark and dim with fears now has a brilliant glow coming from the exit. The guards who had stood before the prisoner and freedom, between prison of everything into freedom are now gone. Oh the glee, the joy, the fear and hope of the possibility of freedom.
The first steps down the hall, gathering momentum and then the deciding moment comes. The prisoner pushes the door open and walks into the light. Freedom.
Which of us would take the steps out of our prison cell? Would we be brace ourselves and walk into the unknown, embracing the freedom that awaits us?
The people who walked in darkness, who have now received hope of a great light. The hope of a light, the hope of freedom, of a release. How they, as we, must have prayed for that. What a dangerous prayer, and yet no safer prayer. A dangerous prayer because we don’t know what God will do with release. Freedom is the freedom to serve, to act, to obey, and to move. Freedom to go where we are sent.
Why would that be dangerous? Have you ever heard anyone say, “oh, don’t pray for patience because God will give you something hard and you’ll learn to be patient the hard way.” I think it might be bit like that, the prayer that could lead you anywhere. Yet, it would be anywhere where God would like you to go, or what God would like you to do, listen, speak, obey, or wait.
I’m going to try and venture out with this prayer. Will you join me?
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