Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for.Hebrews 11:1-2, NIV
Faith is the substance
Of things hoped for, it is the
It is the root of the tree, the bird of the wing, it is the
It takes flight with our dreams…
It is the fruit of the seed, it is the
It’s that tiny ember of spark, the burning coal of flame…the essence of life… it is that seed
Growing in the unseen; the truth propelling the future into reality… it is the breath
of life still waiting to be defined
By faith that understood how the heavens were formed by God’s command not the spontaneous decision of a single cell or a cosmic burst.
By faith that led men and women to worship an unseen King, walk with him when he was seen, live through joy and pain, fight and defend and die for…and with…this King.
This King who walked among us not as a prince but as a man. The man who had every right to wear a crown and snub society but chose to hangout with outcasts and live with propriety.
This King who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames, raised the dead to life, healed the sick, and escaped the sword…
This King whose perceived weakness became the power that launched a thousand ships, routed enemies, conquered kingdoms, ruled justly, and obtained the promise for all Heaven and Earth…
The place where Heaven bends down with supernatural provision and we are two house finches at a glass feeder: stuffing our beaks with seed we didn’t earn, lifting our little red heads with pride and joy, and stretching our woodgrain wings to fly.