Many years ago, I asked for a pet monkey. I was 5, maybe 6 years old. You know, you may have asked for a pony for your birthday or Christmas. Well, a monkey was my pony.
On a string and a prayer. (photo by Paul Bass)
Christmas went by. My birthday passed, and no monkey. I decided to skip the middle-mom and go to the source. I prayed.
It was a dark and dreary night. Actually, it was just night. We had just come home from church. Someone suggested that we should go back out and get a treat of ice cream or something. I was the first one out the door. Ice cream was gold to me. It still is. As I approached the car, to my surprise, there was a monkey – sitting on the car. God answered my prayer. I have been given a monkey from heaven! Yay! I approached car monkey and he jumped down and ran into the neighbors’ yard. I pursued. As I kind of cornered the cute little thing, it turned around and – made a horrible hissing sound as he exposed his gigantic dracula fangs.
I paused. I backed away. I aged that night. How could a cute little monkey want to eat me? Monkeys are the fun little friend of loin clothed heroes and Disney professors. Banana Splits, for goodness sake. Haven’t you seen the cute chimps in clothes?
I never asked for a monkey again. I certainly never prayed for them. What a way for my heavenly Father to teach me to move on – to pray for something else. I have, since, learned of the horrible diseases and tragic incidents involved with monkeys and their owners. I’m good with crossing that off the bucket list so early.
Why do we pray so many monkey prayers, though? We often pray for stuff for which we have no knowledge. This is the difference between praying in Jesus’ (Yeshua’s) name and praying in my name. This week, let’s look at, not only what would Jesus do, but what would He pray. We could have a week full of monkey visits, or a daily visit from the Spirit of Holiness and all His works.
Note: Even though my 8 year-old has heard this story, she still wants a monkey. Go figure…