As you know, I often post a prayer on Sunday morning—a prayer drawn from any number of sources. This week I’m turning again to Scotty Smith, pastor of Christ Community Church in Franklin, TN. This week he wrote one and posted it to his blog. He titled it “A Prayer About God's Delight and Our Hope.” It’s a prayer I found myself praying to the Lord on my behalf, for the struggle Smith confesses here is a struggle I fight through as well.

His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight in the legs of a man; the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love. Psalm 147:10-11

Compassionate Father, once again, I come before you as a repeat offender... a man suffering from doxological dementia... one of your beloved children who gives you multiplied opportunities to demonstrate the wonder of your "unlimited patience" (1 Tim 1:16). I'm a perpetual candidate for summer school in the gospel. I demonstrate this in many ways.

Whenever I feel disconnected from you or get disappointed with me... whenever I experience the accusations and condemnation of the enemy... whenever I see other believers more zealous... missionaries more passionate... young converts more committed... or friends more generous... my default mode is to lace up my running shoes and get busy for you.

Instead of coming to you for fellowship and renewal in the gospel, I start running to do something to fuel my pride and tame my conscience. I put my good feelings ahead of your declared delight. I put pleasuring me ahead of pleasuring you.

For as you tell us in this Scripture, you don't find any pleasure or delight in the strength and movement of our "legs"--in what we can do for you. You find great pleasure as we put our hope in what you've done for us in Jesus. Indeed, where can we find your unfailing... unwavering... unending love? Only in the gospel of your grace. This is counterintuitive and contrary to the way I'm wired and the way the world works... literally the way the world works.

Astonishing... to fear you is the beginning of wisdom... and we fear you the most when we hope most fully in your unfailing love for us in Jesus. Father, should we forget where we parked our cars... the address of our homes... or even our own names, may we never forget this glorious gospel. So very Amen, we pray, in Jesus' most merciful and grace-full name.