verb (used without object), -ced·ed, -ced·ing.
- to act or interpose in behalf of someone in difficulty or trouble, as by pleading or petition: to intercede with the governor for a condemned man.
- .To attempt to reconcile differences between two people or groups; mediate.
So let’s get something straight at the start. Intercession, which is the act of interceding, is not the same as prayer. Prayer is what Christians do when we talk to our Father in heaven. We can talk to Him about many things from “Father thank you” to “Father help me” but it is not until we get to talking about “Father help him/her/them” that we enter the realm of intercession.
Why do I bring this up?
Because I enjoy prayer. I like hanging out and telling my Father about my day. I like sharing my excitement at something that has happened, and I like thanking him for what he’s done for me. I love hearing his voice in the quiet of my soul. But begging, pleading with him on behalf of others? Not so much.
In Exodus when God is ready to just blow the Israelites away because he’s so frustrated with the lot of them, I totally agreed. The first time I got to that point in the story and asked myself “how in the world did the Israelites survive this one?” because I know that they do obviously. And Moses stands up pleads with God to spare them.
Dude, Moses. These people dislike you as much as they dislike God. Are you really doing what I think you’re doing?
I look around at all the evils in the world today: sex trafficking, pornography, war, hunger and starvation, poverty, slavery, I could go on and on and I say “Father, what gives? We suck, why aren’t we blown to ashes already?” I see Jesus on the cross.
Jesus, brother. We don’t appreciate you at all. Even Christians tend to fail to appreciate you. Why intercede for us?
And Jesus says, “because you’re worth it.”
So I may not get it, and I may have difficulty interceding for others, but just as Christ stepped into the gap between me and the father, I’m called to do the same…
minus the horrific death. I definitely don’t have the gift of martyrdom and I am definitely NOT called to that one.