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Give Me Something to Believe In

I believe it was Elijah who asked for something to believe in. Or maybe it was Poison. Either way, it was a catchy tune. Besides that, it's pretty good theology.

After all, we all want to believe in something. Many will say that we may not even realize it, but we all believe in something. I think they are probably right. If it's not God, then it's someone else. If it's not someone else, then it's probably yourself, the last person you expect to be hurt by or disappointed in.

I've seen enough of myself to know that I can't place all of my eggs in my basket. I don't even have to take that by faith. It's simple fact. Don't think for one second that I'm being self-deprecating to feel the love from you. I happen to believe that you shouldn't have faith in yourself either. That may be less about hard evidence I've seen or more intuition about people.

That is to say I'm very much planted in the camp of having faith in something higher than yourself. Oh, and that doesn't mean your wife, although she is probably smarter than you. (Hello ladies!) By higher, I mean much higher...God higher. I think, with every surpassing scientific discovery we make, we come closer to making God's point for Him. He is higher. He is smarter. He is, in fact, more.

So if we initially come to this idea that God is deserving of faith, then why do we make faith about people? We say things like, 'you have to live by faith' or 'wow, look at that girl's faith'. We hold in high esteem these people who seem to have more faith than we do.

But if faith is about the object being trusted and not the person having faith in that object, then really what we are saying is that some people are more willing to embrace the non-factor that they are. Because what they have really done is to admit that they can't do what the object of their faith can do.

So, allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm a non-factor. But I have faith that Jesus is the only factor that I need.

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