Summary: Jesus showed how to get real, in prayer, with God: He admitted His true feelings; He told God what He really wanted; and He enlisted His imperfect friends as companions for the journey.

“Yes, God is Real” Don’t you like singing that song? You

sing that with relish! So do I! “Yes, God is real, real in my

soul.” We believe that. That’s our faith.

Or is it? Do we truly believe that God is real? If we believe

it, why do we play games with God? Why do we hide from

God? Why do we put distance between ourselves and our

God? Why don’t we get honest before God?

Yes, God is real. God is the ultimate reality -- more real than

you and I are, for we shall die one day, but God is eternal;

more real than this earth, for the geologists tell us that earth

is deteriorating, and one day will collapse and fail. But the

Lord God is from everlasting to everlasting, and will not fail.

Do you believe that? Do you believe that God is more real

than galaxies upon galaxies, winging through space for

billions of miles, from that Alpha point where it all began with

a “big bang”, on its way to some distant Omega point, where

it will all burn out? I read the other day that our sun will burn

out in a few hundred million years; kind of got me worried, so

I stocked up with some extra firewood, just in case! Oh, God

is real, God is beyond time, God is beyond failure, God is the

one who needs neither sun to shine by day nor stars by

night. Isn’t that right? God is ultimate reality. God is real.

Do you agree?.

Then why do we ignore Him? Why do we set Him aside?

Why cannot we deal with God honestly? Why can we not

get real with God?

Let me play out a little scene with you. Picture a home in

which there is a parent and a teenager. They live in the

same house, they inhabit the same space, they sometimes

even eat at the same table. They are family. But listen to

their conversation:

Dad: Hi, how was school today?

Kid: Okay.

Dad: Any grades to report? Anything special going on?

Kid: No, nothin’ happened.

Dad: Well, do you have any homework? Do you need my

help tonight?

Kid: No, I’ll be okay.

Dad: Are you sure nothing special happened today?

Kid: Not really.

Dad: Then what’s this I see on the evening news about a

disturbance over at your school and about the kids tearing up

the place? Why is your principal screaming at the TV

camera, and isn’t that you standing over there?

Kid: I dunno.

If we can live in the some house and not connect, if we can

be at the same dinner table and treat one another as if we

didn’t exist, maybe it is no surprise that we treat God the

same way! Maybe it is no surprise that we barely even

acknowledge that God is around. A number of years ago, J.

B. Phillips wrote a little book called, “Your God Is Too Small”.

He said that our ideas of God are way too limited. If Phillips

were writing today, he might call his book, “Your God Is Out

To Lunch” or “Your God Has Gone on Vacation.” For we live

as though God did not matter; we act as though God were

not a factor; and even in our prayers we pray as though God

were not real.

We need to get real with God, for He is the ultimate reality.

He will deal with us, whether we deal with Him or not. In His

own way and in His own time, He will take us on. We need

to get real with God.

Jesus got real with God. Jesus, the most authentic person

who ever lived, got real with God. Jesus not only believed in

His mind that God was real; Jesus actually treated God as a

living reality. Jesus played no games, but brought His own

self before God. And the results were spectacular! The

results changed human history. You and I can learn from

Jesus how to get real with God.

I

First, notice that Jesus got real with God by admitting His

true feelings, even though they were not pretty. Jesus got

real with God by acknowledging exactly how He felt, without

varnishing anything over or putting on any airs. Jesus let it

all hang out; Jesus trusted God with what He really felt. He

said,

“I am deeply grieved, even to death.”

I am deeply grieved. Now that’s real. That’s a genuine

feeling. Jesus didn’t have to say that. He could have done

what many of us do. We put on a front, we come to church

dressed in our Sunday best, but with all kinds of pain inside,

and make up our minds that come what may, we are not

going to open up to anybody, any time, least of all to God.

We hide our true feelings.

One of you reminded me this week about how you hid your

feelings. You spoke of putting on a very good front. You

told me how you had grown a garden of beautiful flowers, so

spectacular that when people passed by they stopped and

marveled at the color. And you said, when my husband and I

went out, we looked like “Mr. and Mrs. Georgetown”! But,

you told me, inside that house and inside that heart, there

was no color, no beauty, no joy. There was only pain and

anger. The lovely facade just covered over a life full of pain.

I thank you – you know who you are – for sharing with me

how much you know you were covering up, how much you

were unreal.

We have a hard time doing what Jesus did. Jesus admitted

His our true feelings and acknowledged His real pain. “I am

deeply grieved,” He said. “Even to death”. Don’t miss the

depth of what Jesus is saying, “I’m suffocating here. I can

hardly breathe. This thing that is hanging over my head – it

is so awesome that I feel I’m about to die”. I’m not at all

suggesting that Jesus was suicidal, but I do know that

sometimes people speak about being nearly ready to die,

about just wishing it were all over. We need to hear that.

We need to take that seriously. Sometimes others will say,

“Ah, don’t listen to her. She just wants attention. She’s just

a drama queen.” But I have to say, no, when somebody

speaks about how she feels stifled and cramped, when

somebody says his life is bolted down and oppressive, I want

to listen. I want to take that seriously. I believe God wants

to take that seriously. Brothers and sisters, if you feel you

are on the edge, say it! Spit it out! Get it out there! You do

no one any favors – not your family, not your friends, not

yourself, and not your God – you do no one any favors if you

do not admit what you feel, however painful it may be.

John A. T. Robinson was a bishop in the Church of England.

He was a scholar and a church leader. If anybody had it

together, you would have supposed that he did. But Bishop

Robinson got very sick and had to spend a long time in a

hospital. It brought him face to face with who he was and

what he felt; it brought him face to face with the absence of

God! He found that he did not know God; he had never

really spoken honestly with God. Oh, he had said many

prayers. Day after day, all the right things. Bishop Robinson

knew the drill, sort of like a child with his “Now I lay me down

to sleep” routine. But John Robinson says that until he

became desperately ill, he had not trusted God with what he

really felt. And now he wondered if indeed there was a God

out there whom he could trust. If he were to speak, was

anybody out there listening? He didn’t know, for he had

never admitted his true feelings to God.

A friend of mine suffered a bitter loss. His little girl, ten years

old, took ill with leukemia. This man and his wife waged a

valiant battle. They and their doctors did all they knew to do;

it was one of those up and down things, where today you

think the child is getting better and tomorrow she suffers a

setback. It was agony. I’d love to be able to tell you that

prayer turned this thing around, but it did not. The child died.

All my friend could do was to weep and to wonder, “Why?”

He could do no more, he was so numb with grief. But then a

pastor friend sent him a telegram. Its message was brief and

blunt, not very pretty or churchy. Said the telegram to this

grieving father, “God is going to have a hell of a lot to answer

for if He lets a child like yours die.” Now you may not like

that language, and you may think that is not proper, but let

me tell you, that word released my friend. It freed him to

pour out his bitterness to God. It started him on the path to

healing, just because He could get real with God and

acknowledge his true feelings.

You can start getting real with God, as Jesus did, by

admitting what you really feel. “I am deeply grieved, even to

death.” If you feel it, say it. God can handle that!

II

But the second step is equally important. The next step is

vital too. If we are going to get real with God, not only must

we tell God what we really feel. We must also tell Him what

we really want, even though that may not be what He wants.

Even though you may fear that what you want is not what

God wants, don’t back off from telling God what you really

want. Discover the rock-bottom need of your own heart, and

spit it out. Get real with God by telling Him what you really

want. Jesus did:

“Abba, Father, for you all things are possible; remove this cup from

me. Yet, not what I want, but what you want.”

Remove this cup – you know what He is talking about: the

cup of sorrow, the poisonous cup of death that He could see

coming. Remove it, Lord. This is what I want. Take it away.

I don’t want this pain. I don’t want this suffering. I do not

want to go where it seems I am headed. He boldly asked for

what He wanted, right now, though He knew it was not what

God wanted, down the road.

The Bible tells us that we are to ask and we will receive, to

seek and we will find, to knock and it will be opened to us. I

believe that we fail to receive or find or have things opened

to us because we fail to tell God what we really want. We

treat God as if He were not real. The issue is that we do not

know what we really want, down deep, rock bottom. We

know what we want now, but we have not listened to our

own hearts, to God’s heart, to figure out what our heart’s

desire really is. We are in such a hurry to win a skirmish

now that we forget what the big battle is.

When I was in my senior year in seminary, I began to think

about what I wanted to do after graduation. I knew a couple

of things. I knew that I was trained for ministry, and wanted

to get into that. I knew that I had strong academic interests,

and wanted to get into higher education, probably to teach.

But I also knew that the two of us, Margaret and I, were on

the way to becoming three, and so I needed to get to work

and support my family. A brisk prayer or two later and I was

very clear: I would serve a church on the edge of a university

campus and would enrol at that university to study in its

doctoral program. Nice and neat, thank you so much,

goodbye Lord, nice knowing you! Well, I spent a frustrating

summer, preaching in churches near university campuses,

but never getting a call to be anybody’s pastor. At the end of

the summer, the most perfect situation you could imagine

came up – a church eight miles from the best university in

the country for what I wanted to study. They asked me to

preach there for a couple of Sundays, and I thought I was all

set. Plan A was working out – my plan, my what-I-want-

right-now plan.

Except that it didn’t work out. They phoned and said, “Not

you, not now. If we are going to have a pastor, we don’t

want one who is going to school too. Sorry about that.” I

wept that night. I was so disappointed. God had forgotten

about me. It wasn’t that I had forgotten about Him, you

notice. He had forgotten me. Well, a few days later, I picked

myself up, dried my tears, applied for and got a position

doing campus ministry at a small college in Eastern

Kentucky. Second best; not the real thing. Not my will. But

within six weeks I knew: I knew that I was in God’s will, I

knew that I was where I was supposed to be, for I had not

really understood my own wants and wishes! I had not

understood what I wanted, rock-bottom. I thought I wanted

to become a high-powered academic; what I really wanted,

but did not tell the Lord, because I hadn’t stopped to find out

for myself, was to serve Christ in the world of higher

education. I got confused. I didn’t really know what I was

asking for until after I got it! Not my will but yours be done,

for God’s will will be even greater and better than my will.

We ask for little and receive little; we seek nothing and so

find nothing; we knock at nothing and nothing is opened to

us – because we do not find out what we really want and

then tell that to God, for what God wants for us is even

greater than what we want for ourselves. Jesus learned

what was in His own heart. He knew what He wanted, and

He said so. He knew He wanted the cup of sorrow and

death removed. He got real with God. And even though He

did not get what He wanted right now, He got more than that.

He lost His life, but He became our Savior, He was obedient

and, the Bible says, God has highly exalted Him and given

Him the name above every name! Tell God what you really

want; get real with God. And you will find that what God wills

is even greater than what you asked for.

III

But now there is a third step. There is another element here.

Not only did Jesus get real with God by telling God what He

really felt, and not only did Jesus get real with God by telling

God what He really wanted, but also Jesus got real with God

by enlisting others to pray with Him, even if they were

inadequate, lazy, and imperfect. There is something about

getting others to pray with you that steels you and

strengthens you, even if they are not very diligent about it.

Jesus got real with God by telling His friends, his imperfect

friends, what was on His heart and by enlisting their spiritual

energy alongside His own.

Jesus had an inner circle, Peter, James, and John. He took

them into His confidence. His assignment was really rather

simple, wasn’t it? “Sit here while I pray.” Just be with me.

Just anchor me, just hold my hand while I struggle. Such a

simple thing. But Jesus prayed and came back and found

them sleeping.

“Simon, are you asleep? Could you not keep awake one hour?”

I didn’t ask much, Simon Peter. Can’t you just stay awake

for me? It’s a little thing. He went away and prayed some

more, came back, and found the same three slumbering

souls, sacked out on the hillside, and tried once more.

“Keep awake and pray”

Do this for me, at least this. I really need a friend tonight. But the

third time, the same story. Asleep again, all of them. Some

folks you just can’t count on! But here is the glory, here is

the gift: Jesus announces anyway:

“Enough! The hour has come ... Get up, let us be going..”

Enough .. let us be going. Jesus found the strength to do

what the Father wanted, and his friends were a part of that,

even though they weren’t very good at it. It was enough for

Jesus. It was enough that they had been there for Him, as

imperfect and as ineffective as it seems they were.

Somehow, when we reach out for others, and enlist them to

be with us, ask them to pray with us, we can reach down into

our souls and get the courage to go on. The one thing we

cannot do is to go it alone. The one thing we cannot manage

is to take the difficult, slow, and painful steps, all by

ourselves. To get real with God and to do what God wants

us to do, we need the companionship of others, even if they

don’t get it, even if they don’t seem to understand, yes, even

if they fall asleep. We need one another to be real with God.

One of you told me this week that her psychiatrist actually fell

asleep during one of their therapy sessions. She told me

she probably should send her check to her pastor instead of

the psychiatrist. I won’t argue with that. But it is not always

easy to be an active listener. It is not always easy to get into

the needs of others. And yet this is what the church is about,

this is why you have brothers and sisters in the church.

Many of us are very imperfect and sometimes dull-witted and

even sleepy companions. We don’t get it all of the time.

Some of us have our own issues to deal with, and so we are

not very attentive to others’ issues. Maybe we have issues,

like Peter did, with our own egos. Maybe Peter went to sleep

just because he was bored talking about anybody but

himself! We have issues, like James did, with wanting

places of rank and privilege, but not being prepared for all

that involves, and so maybe James went to sleep because

he felt guilty for asking to be at the Lord’s side in the

Kingdom. Lots of people sleep off shame. We have issues,

like John did, with being immature and emotionally needy,

and so maybe John went to sleep because he didn’t want to

face the possibility of losing Jesus, his prop. Whatever it

was about them, whatever it is about us, we are not very

alert, we aren’t all that we could be, and we may not seem to

be very helpful when you are struggling. We are, bottom

line, very ordinary creatures, we church folks.

But if you will enlist your brothers and your sisters, it will

surprise what their presence means. They will strengthen

you, just by their presence. They will help you stay honest,

they will help you get real with God, just by being there. And

when you have become fully real, before God, whatever cup

you must drink, wherever you must go, you will be able, like

Jesus, to announce, “Enough. The hour has come .. get up,

let us be going.” We can finally be real with God and do

what He wants us to do only if we have some companions

for the journey. That is the glory and the promise of the

church; imperfect people, full of issues, but companions for

the journey, supplying the courage to do what God wants us

to do.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” Dorothy said after the gale

winds blew. She was in a strange new world. First Dorothy

met a scarecrow, who didn’t have a brain, only stuffing in his

head, who if he only had a brain could think of things he

never thunk before, if he only had a brain. And then a tin

man, all hollow inside, because they forgot to give him a

heart – and if he only had a heart, he could register emotion,

jealousy, devotion, and really feel the part, if he only had a

heart. And finally Dorothy met a cowardly lion, who looked

all big and brave, but if he only had the nerve, he’d be as

brave as a blizzard, gentle as a lizard, clever as a gizzard, if

he only had the nerve. Truly flawed, all of them. Quite

imperfect. How could Dorothy depend on a straw scarecrow,

a hollow tin man, and a cowardly lion? And yet, once they

had shared their secrets and their needs, they were off to

see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. And, in

Emerald City, the Wizard gave each what was needed –

Dorothy got her heart’s desire, to go home again; and to

each of the Wizard gave what he wanted most – a brain, a

heart, and a nerve.

If Dorothy stood before the Wizard with her friends and got

the courage to go on, and her friends with her, how much

more you and I can stand before the King of Kings and Lord

of Lords, and tell the truth and go on. If Dorothy stood

before the Wizard with her friends and received her heart’s

desire, how much more you and I can speak with Abba,

Father, how much more can we be real with God and receive

what He wants us to receive. How much more, for “we have

told Jesus all of our trials. We cannot bear our burdens

alone. If we but ask Him, He kindly will help us. He ever

loves and cares for His own.”