I long for God to answer my prayers. I ask, I seek, and sometimes I even resort to begging God for divine intervention. I’m not alone in this wrestling. Jacob wrestled with God all night long and lived to talk about it.
We can add one more person to the wrestling-with-God list: Christmas Evans (1766-1838). He was named Christmas because, you guessed it, he was born on Christmas day. His dad died when he was nine, so he went to live with a mean, alcoholic uncle. Christmas was still illiterate at age seventeen, the same year he opened his life to Christ. He longed to read the Bible, so he taught himself to read and write. He kept right on going and became proficient in Greek and Hebrew also. He became a Baptist minister and was called to serve a cluster of churches on an island off the coast of Wales. The parsonage was a cabin so small that he couldn’t stand up in it. The churches he served were mired in controversy. Members fussed and feuded with each other. He eventually wore down and lost his zeal for preaching. He climbed a mountain on April 19, 1802 “to wrestle with God in prayer.” He stayed on the mountain for three hours, pouring his heart out to God in prayer. He descended from the summit, renewed to continue the mission. He wrote, “In the first service after the event, I felt as if I had been revived from the cold and sterile region of spiritual ice, into the pleasant lands of the promises of God.”
He wrote a covenant to God to solidify his resolve. The first three sections of this thirteen-paragraph covenant follow here, accompanied by his final prayer resolve. What a great way to offer ourselves to God: