Amidst this immense celebrating (Lynne and I danced around the room and popped some cheap champagne), a theological question raised its ugly head—did God make this happen as a response to our prayer? Here’s what I mean: God heals so much and so many every single day, routinely, but no less miraculously. We take for granted his “daily healing,” whether it’s a child’s cut on a finger (get the Bactine!) or our bodies purging tumors in ways we’re unaware of. God is at work in our bodies daily. In addition, what if God saw Lynne’s cancer and predicament and had already decided to speed the surgery before we prayed? We don’t know. We won’t know, until we see Him in heaven. He might say, “I already set up the healing in the scheme of things,” or, “I decided to intervene in the surgical calendar because I felt bad for you guys,” or, “I decided to respond directly to your prayer.” Or something else I didn’t think of.
The point is this: I need to be grateful for the power of God, regardless of whether or not he exactly responded to my prayer. I’m not trying to devalue prayer, which the scriptures tell us are powerful and effective. In fact, we need to pray more, and more faithfully! I’m just trying to say that speculating on the relative power of my prayers is the wrong focus—I just need to stay focused on the power and care of God. It’s his power, not mine. It’s his will, not mine. He’s in control, not me and my prayers.