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“I’m praying about it” is the “LOL” of pious church goers. You rarely mean it, but it makes you feel lighter. Releases the nervous tension.

LOL is the digital garnish of text messaging and social media. Come on, you’ve never really LOL’d have you? Admit it. It’s a verbal ruse, like “The check’s in the mail,” or “It’s not you, it’s me.” (Hint: it’s always you).

“I’m praying about it” (or IPAI) is usually just another incarnation of these lingual gymnastics.

I’ll admit, I’ve fabricated a few “IPAIs” in my day. A few that probably had God tagging His own status update with a ROFLOL.

Let’s be honest, we don’t pray enough. As long as circumstances don’t become too big for us to handle, we’re happy to plunge fully into the day’s opportunities with little acknowledgment of our need for supernatural intervention. No problem, I got this.

Yet when the answers are obvious but scary (or maybe just costly), we’re quick to 180 and use prayer as the ultimate Jon Acuff Jesus Juke for justifying our inaction.

Confession:

Sometimes I use prayer as my excuse for being a coward.

Sometimes I need to stop praying about it and just go do it.

Start the business. Give the money. Have the difficult conversation. Volunteer the time. Quit the job. Go on the trip. Make the tough call.

These things always require prayer, submission, and surrender. But they also demand massive amounts of courage. Don’t get caught using prayer as an excuse to be a coward. Sometimes God has already made the answer clear and it’s simply time to find the guts to act.

(LOL)

How about you?  Have you ever used IPAI as justification for not doing what you need to do?

I am a recovering coward. Don’t believe me? Check out the caption below my picture over there on the right. It’s true.

And some days I still fall of the wagon and find myself subconsciously living the coward’s creed:

Indecisiveness is next to godliness.

(We’ve got t-shirts, bumper stickers, even a website in the works. Well, the ideas anyway. We’re too nervous to actually launch them.)

(OK, honestly, there’s not really even a club. We couldn’t figure out where to meet).

I hate making decisions. Making decisions inevitably irritates people. Making decisions creates conflict. Conflict means people may not like you. And people not liking you is painful. We instinctively avoid pain, because pain…you know…hurts and all.

The only problem? No one said following Jesus would be painless. Just ask, well…

Jesus.

Climb back up on that wagon.

Any other recovering cowards out there? What are you afraid of? Does it ever interfere with your ability to follow Jesus?

I’d love to hear from you. Maybe even meet for coffee (if we can ever decide on a location). Until then, the comments on this post may be a safe place to start.