We’re talking about worship this morning.
About Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.
I’ve written about these guys before and it’s the same words that resonate with me today.
Men of unwavering faith, they were confident in their God’s ability and his willingness to deliver them.
Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of blazing fire, and he WILL deliver us out of your hand, O king. (Daniel 3:17)
I’ve been there.
Maybe you have too.
I know my God is able… to heal, to deliver, to rescue, to redeem.
And I truly believe that he will.
I want to walk in faith.
But even if he does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are not going to serve your gods.
As a child, I struggled with this part of the story.
As an adult, I understand it all too well.
These men of unwavering faith knew that their God was able, they believed that he would.
But they also knew the redemption ache.
They understood that their God was working out rescue and redemption in a much bigger way than they could imagine.
And they were willing to stake their lives on it.
It’s easy to pray here, I think.
In this even if territory.
God we know you can intervene here, and we believe that you will.
But even if you don’t show up in the way we’re expecting, we will still believe.
But it’s awfully hard to live here.
In between the promise and the fulfilment.
When the silence is big and the days are dark.
And the stakes feel so very, very high.
It feels like Easter Saturday all over again.
And we are tired.
But, friends, let’s lock arms and lean in to the even if tonight.
Still we will believe.
Still we will trust.
Still we will not bow to the little gods that call for our attention and our affection.
Still we will wait for the promise.
Even if it doesn’t look the way we expected.