My grandfather was a man of deep faith. He had gone from Roman Catholicism to nothing to a vibrant Christian faith that focused on the Gospel. He never got over the amazement that Jesus died for him and awe that his salvation was certain. That Gospel flowed through his life into everything he touched. He pursued every avenue, not because he had to, but because he got to.
When I announced I would be going to school to eventually enter the ministry, you could not have seen a prouder grandparent. He prayed for me.
And then, after my freshman year of college, I dropped out. I had no desire to go back. That year, grandpa contracted Alzheimer’s. (To tell the truth, he likely had it before, but that year it got far worse.) By the time I returned to college, he was so far gone I do not know if he ever knew this side of heaven that I had returned.
But God had heard grandpa’s prayers. God has honored those prayers, despite the fact that Grandpa is now in glory. A book I’ve recently finished reading puts it this way: “The prayers of your grandparents are being answered in your life right now.”
I know there have been others who have prayed on my behalf, and it’s humbling. But that thought struck me: God, who promised to hear the prayers of his people, has heard the prayers of those who have gone before. He has moved outside of time to answer those prayers, even beyond the time that those prayer-givers were here on this earth.
My friends, we have an amazing God.