From Breakthrough · pages 5–6
The Miracle Wasn’t the Point
Fast forward a few years. I had prayed for dozens of people and seen many healed. One day, during a one-on-one meeting at work, I noticed pain on my boss’s face as he shared his story of injuring his back over the weekend. And nothing was relieving the pain.
Being the high and mighty supernatural healer I thought I was, I offered to pray for him.
I prayed just like I had prayed for the other people whom I had seen supernaturally healed.
And after I prayed, my boss got up and jumped for joy because his back was healed!
Just kidding. Nothing happened. He thanked me. We moved on. And inside, I wasn’t embarrassed, I was angry at God.
On my drive home, I let God have it and know just how angry I was with Him. I shouted and yelled at God for a good thirty minutes.
You know what He said? Nothing. He was silent. And that made me even more angry that He wasn’t explaining Himself.
The next morning, I woke up at my usual time, sat in my usual chair, and instead of praying… I gave God the silent treatment. If He was going to be quiet, then so was I.
And that’s when the breakthrough came.
God showed me, gently but firmly:
“You’re chasing the benefits of sonship while ignoring relationship with the Father.”
I was exploiting the benefits of the relationship instead of participating in it.
That one hurt.
But I needed it.
