Faith. A belief that does not require proof, having accepted something as truth without demanding existing evidence. How did I know that my earthly Father loved me? I cannot prove it but I seldom questioned that fact. I just knew. It is the same way with God, though He has given much less reason to doubt His love than my earthly Dad. I trust, hope, believe in and “know” that God will show up in my life. Sure the first few times I trusted took all the faith that I could muster, but now I have “empirical evidence” based upon the thousands of times which God has shown up in my life. My faith is based on His trustworthiness not my own capacity to accept facts. I have faith in His Faithfulness, His Word, His Grace, His reliability and Consistency. My faith is increased each time that His Word washes over me as it is fortified, perfected and encouraged by Truth.
Mustard Seed. One to two millimeters in diameter, yet capable of producing one of the largest plantings in the garden, a tree in fact. This demonstrates the potency of even a smidgen of faith, that from the smallest spore a vast sustainable set of branches will eventually ensue. God had faith enough in me to offer His Life upon a cross with the hope/knowledge that I would someday accept that gift in humility and be filled by life eternal. I may not know that much about God, but I know Him, and what I do know of Him surrounds great “love”. A love that would never leave me alone to flounder, incapable, incapacitated, threatened by enemies who hate me for His sake. I have “faith” in that love to catch me when I jump, fall, stumble or reach for the everlasting in hope and trust. That seed that He chose to place in the soil of my spirit has grown, watered and fed by His Word and kept safe by the demonstration of His faithfulness. I wonder what can be done with a pumpkin seed of faith?
Trust. I don’t always know what God is up to in our lives, but I do know that it feels good to know that we are in relationship. I know that I am not always going to understand or appreciate the “goodness” of His disciplining Hand in my life, but I always eventually see that it was meant for the best. I have zero comprehension why He chose to offer me salvation , but I am overjoyed that He chose to do so. I trust that His Word is Truth and that His plan is the perfection of mankind, saving us from the self-evoked chaos to which we are otherwise committed. I simply accept His righteousness on “faith” and wait for the knowledge, justification and belief to show up at a later date. Trust in God is not chance but opportunity to sustain hope in something more dependable than the universe itself.
I love You Lord. Can I explain Love, certainly not, but I know that I love You. How is it that I am fortunate enough to accept factors with faith that I cannot explain or prove, accept and give Love, something I cannot explain or understand and share Hope with those around me with nothing but words/life actions to demonstrate its probability? He has made me another creature, a man who believes in things that he cannot explain, evidence or demonstrate. A man who walks a path that he cannot see yet maintains, with absolute surety that it leads to eternity. A man who weeps at the plight of humanity when by all means he should be disaffected, simply because God loves them so much. A man who believed in little else but self gratification now accepts the Truth that is God without question. What kind of miracle is that?
awrkhakhaya 