I have just a few minutes this morning.. but I have been thinking on faith lately.
How for so long, faith to me meant certainty.
Isn't that ironic?
But I think you get it too...just reading that, isn't that what we have all been taught?
Your faith is your certainty...your faith is all the things about God and life that you know for sure... I see it as all my little boxes. All pretty and wrapped up all confined and containable.
But anybody that has lived any life, can tell you life isn't so.
Life is chock full of mystery...with a capital M.
And faith has nothing to do with certainty.
Faith truly embraces mystery. And the mysteries of life are everywere.
Reading this morning, a new book I cracked open last night by Ann Voskamp,
I read about the Israelites being in the wilderness, and how God fed them everyday with manna.
One of the things that Ann points out is the meaning of the word manna.
Manna actually means, "What is it?" ha ha... isn't that awesome?
It means, " mystery".
The Israelites were eating mystery. They took it in everyday.
And scripture says "they ate it and it tasted sweet like honey."
That is faith to me.
To take in and embrace mystery.
To know that there is something bigger then me out there that loves me, and has good for me.
To be at peace and at rest with mystery...because that is what it is, a mystery, something I can't explain and box up and be certain about.
Faith is honey to my heart.
Faith is hope to me....even in the midst of mystery.
Have a beautiful day.