You don’t just need prayer partners. You need roof-breakers.
You know, the kind of friends who won’t stop at “we tried.”
The ones who don’t mind getting messy—climbing, pulling, even tearing off a roof—just to help you get to where healing is.
This week, I’ve been teaching my kids the story of the paralyzed man in the Bible.
The one whose four friends brought him to Jesus. And honestly? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
There was no room anywhere. The house was packed. No space at the door. No space at the window. At that point, most people would’ve just said, “Guy, we tried. Maybe next time.”
Or, “Let’s wait for Jesus to finish preaching. Maybe we can talk to Him afterward.”
But these ones? No o.
They looked at the roof and said, “Yep. That’s the way.”
And I’m not even going to start on how much work it took to carry this grown man—from wherever they were—on a mat, through the crowd, to that house.
Then to go up the roof? Break it open? Lower their friend down?
Come on. That’s more than friendship. That’s covenant love.
And Jesus didn’t just see desperation—He saw faith. Not just the sick man’s faith—but the faith of his friends.
That part really got me.
It made me pause and ask myself:
Do I have friends like that?
And am I that kind of friend?
Growing up, my dad used to say, “A real friend knows your house.” And he meant it.
Not just someone who sends you memes or likes your pictures. Someone who can show up when life hits hard. Someone who can carry you when you’re too tired, too broken, or too sick to carry yourself.
When he passed, I saw what that looked like.
People came. People stayed. People carried the weight—because he had carried theirs at some point.
And that’s it, really.
Lord, surround me with roof-breakers.
And please make me one, too.
Because sometimes, miracles don’t happen until someone is willing to carry you…and climb.
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