Lately I have been reading the gospels. And I marvelled at the faith of those who came to Him:
If only I could touch the hem of His garment.
And I wondered, where did my faith go?
Am I one of those ones Jesus called foolish, because I just don’t believe?
Growing up half my life in the United States, I have been taught the philosophy of the American Dream.
You work hard, and you can achieve it.
And in some sense, it is true. If I work hard, surely I can achieve something.
But these people, who came to Him, [whom He called blessed] came not to Him, wanting to achieve something for Him, but in their utter desperation
He just wants to save His daughter
He just wants to save His daughter
She had a disease from which she could not be healed.
And all they needed was for Him to speak, even just to touch His garment. And they knew they would be healed. They knew. And they were healed.
They just came to Him. Ran towards Him, knowing that He is able, knowing that He is willing.
Do I have faith like that? Do you have faith like that?
Sometimes I think, it must be so different for them, since they were able to actually see Jesus face to face, and that made a difference in their faiths. But then I consider, my brothers and sisters throughout the world, who are persecuted daily for their faiths, and who, come to Jesus, fearing not what their enemies can do to them. They just want to hear Him speak through His Word. And they know, they are forever healed.
I want to have faith like that, dear Father.
