“Faith doesn’t get you everything you want! Thinking that we humans can trick the Divine into doing it our way is a belief. Sometimes it’s hard to know the difference. I have devised a little test to let me know whether I am operating from belief or faith:

If someone contradicts me, or believes differently, do I automatically and compulsively need to rally a scathing defense? Yes? That is belief! Can I fully trust that that the lives of others are also unfolding according to Divine plan? That living my life as a spiritual walk is the testimony I am qualified to give? That is faith.”

I just had to ping this quote from LIVING LIFE FULLY so that I do not lose it. Thanks, Naturalhigh!

“We walk by faith, and not by sight;
no gracious words we hear from him
who spoke as none e’er spoke;
but we believe him near.” ~~~
Henry Alford (1810-1871)

The full text is here.  There is music on that page, but the melody is not how we sing it at our church.

You may have guessed by now that I am very much musically oriented. Sometimes someone will say something, or I’ll read something that will trigger a “music response” and I’ll have to sing, in this case, write out the lyrics to the song that popping into my head. It’s something that has earned me the label of “weirdo” in some circles, but thank goodness I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care what anyone will think of me or my little idiocyncrocies. In the past, I stifled such urges within myself; but now I realize that it’s a part of me that I think is good and I like it. I don’t know for what reason I do it, but I am comfortable in knowing that it’s okay. If anything, doing it will bring words like the above to mind and I’ll have the opportunity to think about them.

I’ve come to know my faith as my own, private, life preserver.  I would not be able to get up in the morning if I didn’t have it.  Faith keeps me out of the victim mindset.  My faith is believing that we are part of a bigger picture than we could ever imagine and whatever course of events I live through, is part of that, too.  I have faith that my life means something in the grand scheme of things.

What are we actually looking for when we think of the Life after Death?  What is so important that we feel that we must secure our passage now?  I it’s different for everyone, but I have these visions of crossing over into another, totally different form of life.  I like to compare it to the birth of a baby.  That baby, who only knows the womb as it’s world for nine months, who, all of a sudden must cross over into a totally alien world.  Chaotic world.  I read somewhere that when we die, it’s much of the same.  We are afraid because, though the concept of going to heaven is desirable, it’s the unknown.  It’s our nature to be afraid of the unknown.  We hesitate, we fret over it, we don’t want to look, we cringe.  Then when we are there, we slowly get used to it and we adjust… or that baby did when it was born.  I imagine that heaven is warm and fuzzy, but I am still afraid in many ways.

First of all, am I destined for heaven at all?  Maybe I will be heading for that “other” place.  Maybe that is it.  Maybe I am not confident that I am going to heaven, and anticipating being re-routed at the last minute when I get to the pearly gates and I am judged.  Can anyone be certain of where they will end up?  Is it too conceited, or too presumptuous of one to believe they are definitely going to heaven; or is that a good, and positive thing?  To be confident that you were such a great Christian that heaven was inevidible.
Maybe we are all headed towards a new, different world and our place in it is dictated by the quality of our lives here, on earth.

What do you believe?