This series exists to help me refine my reflections about daily life as I seek:
To worship God and relentlessly seek the expansion of his Kingdom on Earth.
God,
Manasseh, the worst of the worst of kings, a man who burned his sons as a sacrifice to unknown entities, this rogue Judahite humbles himself, pleads mercy unto your name... and you were moved.
2 Chronicles 33:3: He prayed to him, and God was moved by his entreaty and heard his plea and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the LORD was God.
I don't question why you had mercy. I need that same mercy, so I wouldn't dare jeopardize it by asking why. Nevertheless, Father, I ask this in wonder and in honest contemplation. How could you be moved by a man's prayers? Lord, you know all things. You are the Beginning and the End, how can anything move you? Does the prayer of a desperate sinner come as a surprise to you? Surely not. Then how can it be that you were moved? Who are you that you count such a man's prayers as something that draws you to change? How can that be? How can the finite influence the infinite?
