A little reflection on faith.

You know how it is.

You have 4 projects. You pick one. It’s the writing one. It’s the heart-disclosing one. It’s the one you could be judged for because you show that your heart isn’t as focused as you would like, your ways aren’t as ordered as you would like, as you teach, as you encourage others toward. Even your sentences are convoluted.

long hallwayAnd then you start to look at the texts for the sermon for Sunday.

But we do not belong to those who shrink back and are destroyed, but to those who have faith and are saved. Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for.

Great. I have to think about faith.

The writer talks about a number of people who kept moving forward, who kept doing the things that God pointed them toward. Worship. Live. Move. Speak. Live.

They are described as people who “were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth.”

I read these words and I see your face. And yours. And yours.

I think, “How comforting is it for me to remind us that we may not receive the health, the safety, the recognition, the justice we are looking for in this life?”

And then I remind myself that there is a difference between believing and receiving. We can have confidence and assurance, we can keep working toward and praying for peace and justice, compassion and comfort, even when we do not see them coming the way we want.

That said, we need to encourage one another as long as it’s today. Getting out of the rehab place, getting into a running car, getting the medications balanced, getting to the funeral — they all are helped with encouragement.