Now when John had heard in the prison the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, and said unto him, Art thou he that should come, or do we look for another? Matthew 11:2-3
I know what it feels like to sit in a version of John's prison — not iron bars, but a season where I couldn't reconcile what I believed about God with what I was actually living through. I had trusted Him. I had pointed others toward Him. And then the silence came, and the questions I never expected to ask started forming in my own mind: Is He really who I thought He was? Have I misunderstood something?
I used to think doubt like that disqualified me from prayer — that I needed to have my questions resolved before I had the right to bring them to God. John's story tells me something different. He sent his own doubt straight to Jesus, without dressing it up first.
Jesus doesn't rebuke John for asking. He simply points back to what was already visible: Go and shew John again those things which ye do hear and see: The blind receive their sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have the gospel preached to them Matthew 11:4-5
Jesus doesn't offer John an explanation for the prison itself. He offers evidence of who He is, and trusts John to hold onto that even without a full answer. I've had to learn to pray the same way — not always waiting for an explanation before I'll trust Him again, but bringing Him what I already know to be true and letting that be enough for today.
Ellen White describes prayer as something that doesn't require me to have it all figured out before I come: Prayer is the opening of the heart to God as to a friend Steps to Christ, p. 93 I don't open my heart to a friend only once I've resolved my confusion. I bring the confusion itself. That's what I've had to relearn in my own seasons of not understanding — that prayer was never meant to wait for clarity. It's often the very way I find my way back to it.
What I'm Asking Myself Today: Is there a "prison cell" of confusion in my own life right now where I've stopped praying honestly, because I felt I needed the answer before I had the right to ask the question?
Lord Jesus, I don't always understand what You're doing in my life. Like John, I bring my doubts straight to You instead of hiding them. Thank You that You don't ask me to have it all figured out before I come. Meet me here, in the confusion, the way You met him. In Your precious name,