An everyday complaint in blogsville is filed somewhere against ‘Faith is believing in what you know ain’t true,’ a common short-sighted idea attributed to Mark Twain. This is usually cited to rail against the scriptures, God, and people of faith. An alleged ‘ace in the hole’ of an argument that supposes things not seen cannot be proven. Of course many hop on this short train trip as it heads off the cliff of reason and reality. Which reminds me.
A child of two is standing atop a wall, 6 feet off the ground. Her father standing below her says ‘Jump honey.’ Of course she is immediately fearful and shakes her head sideways. She doubts. She never jumped before; she has no evidence, she was never in this place on this wall; she never saw her father below her looking so small and far away. ‘C’mon, I’ll catch you.’ She hopes. Still not convinced in her mind, her father now says: ‘trust me.’
As her little mind gives her pause, the reality of her jumping and falling to the ground soon disappears. Her fear of being dropped is replaced by a greater affection; the fact that her father’s word can be trusted, and therefore, he will not step out-of-the-way and watch her dash her foot against a stone. The clouds in her vision are lifting, and she sees light.
His word is good, and she innately knows it. As she considers jumping, being suspended for a time, she relies on something that is proven, even though she cannot see it.
She has faith, she knows her father will catch her, she knows her brief flight will end well, and while her fear subsides, she is believing in the great unseen and the great ‘unprovable’ before she makes that leap of faith.
Now then, who would find fault with this child like faith? Is it unreasonable of her to think that her father after telling her to trust her and jump…that he would then step aside and watch her break two legs? No, she has every reason TO trust him by faith. It is wired in her mind and she needs no book to prove it.
Who would dare steal her pure delight in her father’s promise? Who would tell her that faith is believing in the absurd? Who would chastise her absolute trust? And who pray tell, I ask again: WHO will deliver the news: ‘it ain’t true that her father will catch her…………’
A fool maybe…..
She jumps, and the smile on her face as she is wrapped in her father’s arms is unspeakable and full of joy.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Faith is the daily fuel of life. A man develops film from a camera that he knows holds an image he cannot see. He goes into the darkroom by faith. But maybe a fool will pretend the image does not exist, and call the camera buff a lunatic… You have faith that the salad in the restaurant was not sprinkled with rat poison. We know by faith the sun rises in the east.
The child jumps off the wall by faith.
Faith is good. It is God-given. Question remains: where is our faith ultimately resting in? The cook? A man on a playground? The banker? OPEC? Kodak? Or a Father who is above all?
All men pursue their lives on the principle of faith whether they believe it or not, but only the just shall live by faith. Just ask the little jumper.