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Sid Baxter

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Prayer, Emotions and Will

A personal testimony

by J. Sidlow Baxter (1903 – 1999)


            Most of us need to lift our prayer life from the tyranny of our moods. Let me give you an illustration from a page of my own diary.

            When I entered the ministry in 1928, I determined that I would be the most ‘Methodist’ Baptist in the history of the world. Talk about perfectionism! Talk about making plans for the day! They must have been a marvel to both angels and demons.

            Oh, I would start... you know. I’d rise at 5:30 a.m. Fifteen minutes to wash and dress. Then an hour and a half of prayer and Bible reading, and half an hour for breakfast. Then thirty minutes of a constitutional walk up to the woods to breathe deep and, when nobody was looking, run now and then. That’s a constitutional. I had everything all planned out. It was wonderful.

            Now I won’t take time telling you all the subtle attacks which Satan used to trip me up and trick me out of keeping my plans. But I found that with increasing administrative duties and responsibilities in the pastorate that my plans went haywire. My time for prayer was getting crowded out, and my periods of study with the Bible were getting scarcer.

            That was bad enough. But it was worse when I began to get used to it. And then I began excusing myself. My prayer life became a case of sinning and repenting. Every time I got down to pray, I had to start weeping and asking the Lord’s forgiveness. I had to repent that I hadn’t prayed more, and ask Him to help me to do better in the future. All such things really take the pleasure out of praying.

            Then it all came to a crisis. At a certain time one morning, I looked at my watch. According to my plan, for I was still bravely persevering, I was to withdraw for an hour of prayer. I looked at my watch and it said, “Time for prayer, Sid.”

            But I looked at my desk and there was a miniature mountain of correspondence, and conscience said, “You ought to answer those letters.”

            So, as we say in Scotland, I slithered. I vacillated. Shall it be prayer? Shall it be letters? Prayer? Letters? Yes, no, yes, no. And while I was slithering, a velvety little voice began to speak in my inner consciousness!

            “Look here, Sid, what’s all this bother? You know very well what you should do. The practical thing is to get those letters answered.”

            But I still slithered and the voice began to reinforce what it had said. It said, “Look here, Sid, don’t you think the Lord knows all the busy occupations which are taking your time? You’re converted, you’re born again and you’re in the ministry. People are crowding in. You’re having conversions. Doesn’t that show that God is pleased with you? And even if you can’t pray, don’t worry too much about it. Look, Sid, you’d better face up to it. You’re not one of the spiritual ones!”

            I don’t want to use extravagant phrases, but if you had plunged a dagger into my bosom, it couldn’t have hurt me more.

            “Sid, you are not one of the spiritual ones!”

            I’m not the introspective type, but that morning I took a good look into Sidlow Baxter. And I found that there was an area of me that did not want to pray. I had to admit it. I didn’t want to pray. But I looked more closely, and I found that there was a part of me that needed to die. The part that didn’t was the intellect and will, and the part that did was the emotions.

            Suddenly I found myself asking Sidlow, “Are you going to let your will be dragged about by your changeful emotions?”

            And I said to Will, “Will, can you stick it?”

            And Will said, “Yes, if you can.”

            So Will and I, we dragged of those wretched emotions and we went to pray, and stayed an hour in prayer.

            If you had asked me afterwards, “Did you have a good time?” do you think I could have said yes? A good time? No. It was a fight all the way! What I would have done without the companionship of Will, I don’t know.

            In the middle of the most earnest intercessions, I suddenly found one of the principal emotions way out on the golf course, playing golf, and I had to run to the golf course and say, “Come back!” And a few minutes later I found another of the emotions. It had travelled one and a half days in advance and it was right in the pulpit preaching a sermon I had not even yet prepared. And I had to say, “Come back!”

            I certainly couldn’t have said we had a good time. It was exhausting, but we did it.

            The next morning came. I looked at my watch and it was time. I said to Will, “Come on, Will, it’s time for prayer.” And all the emotions began to pull the other way, and I said, “Will, can you stick it?”

            And Will said, “Yes, in fact I think I’m stronger after the struggle yesterday morning.”

            So Will and I went in again.

            The same thing happened. Rebellious, tumultuous, uncooperative emotions. If you had asked me, “Have you had a good time?” I would have had to tell you with tears, “No. The heavens were like brass. It was a job to concentrate. I had an awful time with the emotions.”

            This went on for about two and a half weeks. But Will and I stuck it out. Then one morning during that third week I looked at my watch and I said, “Will, it’s time for prayer. Are you ready?”

            And Will said, “Yes, I’m ready.”

            And just as we were going in, I heard one of my chief emotions say to the others, “Come on, fellows, there’s no use wearing ourselves out. They’ll go on what ever we do.”

            That morning we didn’t have any hilarious experience or wonderful visions with heavenly voices and raptures. But Will and I were able with less distraction to get on with praying. And that went on for another two or three weeks. In fact, Will and I had begun to forget the emotions.

            I would say, “Will, are you ready for prayer?”

            And Will replied, “Yes, I’m always ready.”

            Suddenly one day while Will and I were pressing our case at the throne of the heavenly glory, one of the chief emotions shouted, “Hallelujah!” and all the other emotions suddenly shouted, “Amen!”

            For the first time the whole territory of James Sidlow Baxter was happily coordinated in the exercise of prayer, and God suddenly became real and heaven was wide open and Christ was there and the Holy Spirit was moving and I knew that all the time God had been listening.

            The point is this: the validity and the effectuality of prayer are not determined or even affected by the subjective psychological condition of the one who prays. The thing that makes prayer valid and vital and moving and operative is my faith that takes hold of God’s truth!