I've often said I don't know how people without faith in
God can survive. How awful it would be
to believe in nothing! Or to believe
there is a God but not one who is interested in my life, or who loves me, or
who has the ability to offer guidance and comfort, when the world around me
crumples.
I
cannot grasp that some kind of explosion created the stars and galaxies around
us at the perfect distance they have remained these many years. Nor can I believe that our earth is set in
our solar system perfectly by the said explosion, that allows us to live in the
world as we know it. My mind cannot
grasp the idea we evolved from fish, further to monkeys and then became
man. Our bodies are so intricate, even
the best scientists haven't figured everything out about it! There are so many things that just couldn't
have happened by fluke.
A teenage daughter of a friend passed away a year or so
ago after battling cancer. She said to
her dad when things were upside down in her world and despite her pain…. “I don’t know how people who have no faith
can get through tough times. It is only by God’s grace that we can get through
something like this without feeling totally alone and feeling like we’re in
darkness.” She was an incredible
inspiration to her father, friends and other members of her family, and even
now, as those who loved her reflect on the impact she made on those who knew her.
I believe in God as the Great Creator who loves us, cares
for us and knows us beyond the realms of imagination. But even knowing this, I find myself
occasionally feeling like the disciples and have doubts. Certainly, when Jesus was crucified they doubted
what they believed. How could Jesus
die? What happened to forever? Still after Jesus was not in the tomb, those
amazing three days after the cross, they wondered; and then even when they saw
him and finally realized who he was, isn’t it entirely likely in their
human-ness they weren’t, at least momentarily, doubtful they were really talking with Jesus? There
are times I doubt about who I am, what I'm supposed to do on this earth, where
I'm supposed to be.
That's when satan wins.
That's when satan uses my human-ness against me. That's also when, I have to rebuke satan and
remind myself of Christ dying on that cross with nail scarred hands and feet. When He died on the cross, He took my sins
and gave me His righteousness. As His
child I am no longer what the world sees as just another statistic with nothing
to offer or without value. God sees me
as clean and valuable, worth accomplishing something for Him. So when I doubt myself and my abilities, aren’t I suggesting God is wrong?
God is real. His
promises are sound and firm. He is as real as the warm sun, the smile of a
child, the wet of the rain, the beauty of the mountains and the love of his Son. I challenge you to take time to re-connect
with God. Wash away all your doubts with His
blood. Accept His love and live in
peace.