I had a dream last night. In the dream there was an argument in my mind about the reality of God and Jesus. I have no idea where it came from but it’s interesting that even when I sleep, there can be conflict. The argument was not successful because there is no way that I could ever go back to not believing in our Lord. When you stop to think about it, that’s pretty low to attack someone’s faith when their sleeping but I’m not overly surprised. I’ve seen some terrible twisting of God’s love in my day. The enemy knows his days are numbered.
Yesterday I was walking down a country like road with my two year old grand daughter after Church, towards a nearby park. She was in a wagon and Papa was the horse. It was a beautiful day and I couldn’t help but praise God in song, both on the way there and also on the way back. We were all along on the road except for the occasional car or motorcycle that would go by and there was a certain liberation is singing out loud in the open country side to my God. It took us about an hour and a half to walk to the park, play on the slide and swings for about 40 minutes or so and then walk back home again. She was falling asleep just as we got back home and when I picked her up she rested her little head on my shoulder and fell asleep. That time with her was a gift and you learn not to take these things for granted.
I don’t claim to have any great intellect, I certainly am pretty common. My wife says I’m a Walmart kind of guy and I guess she’s right. I’m 73 years old and this old body isn’t what it used to be. This last week or so has been pretty tough, due to ongoing difficulties with one of our daughters and the rest of our family. My wife Peggy and I raised five children and they are all different. I still don’t know all the answers on how to successfully raise children. Matter of fact, there are still a lot of things that I don’t understand or have mastered.
In my dream, my defense for my faith came down to the Resurrection of Jesus. Oh there’s more, lots more, a ton more, and I vaguely remember saying things about what Jesus showed us and told us about, the testimony of the Apostles and the infrequent times throughout my life where God touched my heart so beautifully, that I melt when I remember them. This past week I’ve been reading through Romans and 1st Corinthians. One can’t help but feel close to Paul and God, when reading his Epistles. My faith doesn’t even come close to what Paul’s was but I can identify, I can understand.
Often, in my prayers as of late, I’ve been telling God how difficult it is to not be able to see Jesus, to not be able to hear Him actually speak to me, to not be able to have that face to face, one on one. As I was reading through Romans and 1st Corinthians it struck me that Paul had the same problem. He did receive a visitation from Jesus on the road to Damascus , Paul said he saw Jesus and received a revelation personally from Him. But Paul had to walk forward from those experiences, pretty well like you and I. Paul tells us that he prayed a lot, and considering some of the things that he endured, one can easily appreciate the necessity of prayer.
I understand in my gut why these things have to be so. I’m not crazy about it, my preferences would be different from the walk that He asks me to walk, not seeing when I want to see, not hearing when I want to hear. It’s all about faith, trust, coming to know, coming to love, sight unseen. That’s hard, really hard, especially in this physical material world that we live in. It’s crazy how sometimes it all comes down to matters of the heart.
Yesterday, while walking down that country road, with the beautiful sky above and white clouds dotting the expansive view, I felt close to Him, grateful to Him and humble as I walked on the surface of this planet that He put me on. There are greater truths than what meets the eye, there are greater realities that what we see, there are those moments, those times, when we see with our hearts and not our eyes. I know that while I’m here I’m never going to have all the answers, never going to fully understand all that I want to understand, but He gives us enough, actually more than enough, to draw us closer to Him. And it’s our hearts that He created in us, our spirit or soul that He wants to be joined with Him.
I know for every argument I have for the reality of God, there is a rebuttal. We’ve all heard them, a lot of us even used to hold onto them. But at some point, if you’re a believer, you cross over the line and enter into the world of faith, sight unseen. It’s the way He’s chosen it to be. It was the way with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and all of God’s witnesses in the Old Testament, and ultimately, even the New Testament.
When all is said and done, I believe, I can do nothing else.
2 Corinthians 4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 5:7
For we walk by faith, not by sight.
1 Peter 1:8
Though you have not seen Him, you love Him; and though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and rejoice with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
Worthy is the Lamb! Blessings!