I Believe

“I believe in God the Father, Almighty, Creator, infinitely holy and loving, who has a plan for the world, a plan for my life, and some daily work for me to do. I believe in Jesus, the Christ, the Son of God, as Example, Lord, and Savior. I believe in the Holy Spirit who is able to guide my life so that I may know God’s will; and I am prepared to allow him to guide and control my life. I believe in God’s law that I should love the Lord my God with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my mind, and with all my strength; and my neighbor as myself. I believe it is God’s will that the whole world should be without any barriers of race, color, class, or anything else that breaks the spirit of fellowship. To believe means to believe with the mind and heart, to accept, and to act accordingly on that basis” (Eric Liddell).

I still believe. Not in a humble brag way, but in the most honest way I know how to believe. I’ve heard about and read about so many people who called themselves Christians and were deeply impactful in my life but who no longer choose to be associated with Christianity. Or they’ve gone so far down the deconstruction rabbit hole that what they believe is no longer close to what the Bible teaches.

Why do I still believe? I think it’s because I have no other choice. I love it when Jesus asks His followers if they’re about to leave Him after He said some hard truths that drove away many followers. Peter basically said, “Where else are we gonna go? Only You have the words of eternal life.”

That’s how I feel. What other religion or belief system gives me hope? Who else died for my sins and gives me a fresh slate every morning when I’ve failed miserably the night before?

It’s not so much that I have such a strong faith in God but more of a mustard-sized faith in a very strong God. It’s not me having a stranglehold on God but that He’s holding on to me and won’t ever let go. That’s my hope. If I could have lost my salvation, I would have lost it a long time ago. Thankfully, I hold the promise that God in Jesus won’t lose a single one of those who come to Him in faith. He will finish what He started in me.

I honestly don’t know why people walk away from faith. I don’t know that I would have done any differently if I were in their shoes and walking their roads. I know that I can pray for them to rediscover faith (or even discover real faith for the first time). I know that there’s no better place than in the center of God’s will and no better hope than the one that Jesus offers.

Update on Showing Up

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I showed up this morning at 5:05 am. I read my daily portion of Scripture, which today was from Isaiah, Sirach (or Ben Sira), and Hebrews. And in case you’re wondering what Sirach is–it’s one of the apocryphal (or deuterocanonical) books found in some Catholic Bibles.

I tried to not pray a script. I just sat there and was still and silent. I fell asleep. I guess getting that comfortable and that still that early in the morning puts me to sleep. So I’m not as super-spiritual as you may have thought I was.

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I ran across this from Isaiah 56:

“And foreigners who join themselves to the Lord, to minister to him, To love the name of the Lord, to become his servants— All who keep the sabbath without profaning it and hold fast to my covenant, Them I will bring to my holy mountain and make them joyful in my house of prayer; Their burnt offerings and their sacrifices will be acceptable on my altar, For my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples. (Isaiah 56:6, 7 NABRE)”

That’s me. A foreigner. A Gentile.

The last part of the verse is what Jesus quoted when he drove out the moneychangers, people who took advantage of people coming to offer sacrifices in the temple. He got so mad be because these sellers were putting up artificial barriers between people and God and keeping them from worshipping.

I noticed that Jesus never called it a House of Preaching or a House of Worship. It’s a House of Prayer. So why do we do so little praying there? Why is prayer always a preliminary to other activities instead of the main thing?

I don’t pray because I don’t think I need to. I forget that prayer isn’t primarily relaying information to God. It’s not about informing God about something He was previously unaware of. Prayer is about me seeing through God’s eyes. Prayer is about me acknowledging deep down that I desperately need God at every moment if I’m to have a chance of survival.

I can’t pray and stay the same. I can’t pray and stay where I am. I can’t pray and not have my heart line up a little more with God’s heart, see more with His eyes, and be a little more like Jesus.

I’m setting my alarm for 5:00 am tomorrow. I’m hoping that if I keep showing up, I will start to see God showing up in my life more.

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