Today I drew the three of cups. Some call the three of cups the "yes card."
I looked at the yes card for about five seconds before I knew what I would blog about today.
I would blog about no.
Jesus says, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Which one of you would hand his son a stone when he asks for a loaf of bread, or a snake when he asks for a fish? If you then, who are wicked, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him."
We ask, and God says no.
I don't understand this.
Here's a no. My brother Phil had already been killed. He was only 23.
Mike was 33, and he received a cancer diagnosis.
He was married, with a son. His wife was pregnant with their daughter. He was studying to be a minister.
He was surrounded by Christians who loved him and prayed intensely for his recovery.
And that's all I've got. I have no interpretation or commentary. I just have this giant NO from God.
I do resent God telling us to ask for things, and promising that he will answer with a yes, and then answering with a no.
I have never heard a satisfying response to this question.