Prayer requests.
They always seem to draw an endless stream of illnesses–ours, our family’s, our relatives’, our pets’, our friends’, our friends’ neighbors’ and then often, you even get requests for people even more obscure. We take these lists and we pass them as broadly as we can.
We used to send these things out via church prayer chains–this person calls that one and that one calls that one until everyone knows everything and everyone is praying. With the internet, we can pass the scoop on with a few keystrokes. Then we get creative. Facebook pages get 1,000,000 prayers for a little girl with cancer. Chain emails win God over with 1,000,000 forwards about a woman in a car accident.
We feel very spiritual passing out prayer requests.
My daughter broke her arm. Should we have people pray about her arm? Should we give it a Facebook page? Should we send out emails? Should we warm up the phone lines?
There is something good about praying for broken bones. We all pray and God heals. We give God the glory for a whole arm. We count it as a prayer answered because the bone healed. Faith is bolstered.
But bones heal when they are set and put in a cast. Prayer or no prayer, God causes the bones of the righteous and the wicked to heal.
But we like to pray for broken bones. They heal.
Even cancer. Even something terminal. We still like to pray about it. We can do a scan and see progress. We can report a new treatment. Doctors document the progress or the further need of prayer. It is all very clinical. We give God praise for progress. We remember His faithfulness even in death.
It emails well.
You know what doesn’t email well? Broken hearts.
Broken hearts have no metrics to know if they are mending. There are no tests to say they are improving. There are no doctors to declare them healed.
Broken hearts have a privacy that broken bones do not. There is no shame and no real need for privacy when it comes to broken bones. Broken bones are the result of specific, physical forces. Broken bones heal when you put them back together and give them a bit of time.
Broken hearts have causes which are not nearly as clean and neat. They come from violence, tragedy, fear, shame, and a host of other reasons which are equally unseemly. Broken hearts heal with the gentle care of a few trusted friends, but they are exacerbated by being shared indiscriminately.
Broken hearts don’t need a million emails, or their own Facebook page, broken hearts need real friends who take the time to care.
When churches insist on focusing their energy on broken bones, broken hearts are subverted, ignored and hidden. Broken bones that are not set right might make you limp. Broken hearts can kill you.