Dec 15, 2009

Childlike Faith


My Grandad died when I was thirteen years old. I remember it vividly. I accepted that he was indeed dead, but I also believed that God had power over death and life. All of this faith and I was not even a believer yet. I buried my face in my pillow and cried. My crying turned to screaming and soon I was yelling at God. I did not think that this was wrong because in my mind he had taken my grandad and there was still some negotiating to be done. I mean, what is the point of God raising Lazarus or Jesus from the dead if he did not intend to stay in practice? I remember begging God to bring my grandad back and when I had finished my rant and settled down, I went into the family room. I sat by the phone for the next hour or so honestly expecting a call saying that my grandad was back. Yes, he would be back in his body to finish out his life until such a time as I and God agreed on his rightful departure. How naive, but full of faith I was.

Somewhere on the path of life to adulthood we seem to lose our childlike faith. The same thing happened to Jesus' disciples when he had been preaching to a large crowd. They wanted Jesus to send the people away so that they could buy food. Jesus told them to feed the people. This was an absurd suggestion, but one of the disciples found a boy with five small loaves of bread and two fish. The boy was willing to give the food to feed the over 5000 in attendance. Jesus' followers said that it was not enough.

I remember being like that boy. I believed in the impossible. I believed that I could be anything if I only dreamed it. The disciple's faith is where I find myself too often. I find myself thinking, "Sure it can happen--but it's unlikely."

Jesus prayed for the food and fed everyone with it. Here is the kicker though--he made the disciples pass out the food. They saw first hand what Jesus could do with one boy's faith. Then Jesus asked the disciples to do something strange. He wanted them to pick up the left over scraps that the people had left on the ground. Why would he do this? The food was probably dirty or partially eaten. They could just leave it for the animals since they were outside the city. I believe he did this as a lesson. Each one of them picked up an entire basket of scraps. There were twelve baskets in all. One basket full for each of the disciples that had doubted what God could do.

I hope you will keep in mind that there is always hope where there is faith. We should choose to have the faith of a child. That whimsical belief in a box-less God who can do the impossible.

4 comments:

longing4heaven said...

Awesome blog! I enjoyed reading it, and learning a bit more about you, and also seeing the Bible story I've heard so many times, in a new way. Thanks!

Donna said...

I love hearing of how God was working in your life then and still is today. Your grand dad was a wonderful man and a great role model. I know he is cheering you on from heaven:)

Anonymous said...

thanks for posting this blog ! I was having a discussion about this the other day and it gave me a better perspective on the topic of the scripture Matthew 18:2-3 for some reason I was picturing a literal rendition and it was confusing for me if that makes any sense. For example , like how could you become as a child without having your memory wiped via a frontal lobe lebatomy. Sounds ridiculous now but I think in visual ways and have to read things a few times when they make such a clear picture in my mind. Jesus almost exclusively taught in parables aside from his very own actions (which I find way more clear cut ) and just as some have great difficulty with metaphors and similes
it requires much thought , study , and reading to fully comprehend. All the same thanks mucho for this blog , it cleared things for me , you are gifted brother~

Brian Conlee said...

Good read , thank you for sharing . Merry Christmas