I've heard this story twice now, in the last few weeks from two completely different sources. One, a doctor, the second while reading a book. I figured seeing this story twice in such a short period of time was either God speaking to me or an amazing coincidence, so I thought I would share it with you.
Faith. We Christians talk about it a lot. You ask any Christian what faith is, and they'll probably raise their voice, get a little excited and start quoting, "faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen..." That sounds good, but what does that really mean?
Yeah, we can quote the Scripture, and feel good about ourselves while we do it....but do we have tightrope kind of faith? I mean, hop into a wheelbarrow, 1000 feet in the air, being pushed by someone else kind of faith? Do we have the kind of faith that gives up control or at least the illusion of control of our own lives and trusts the Tightrope Walker?
We serve a God Who walked on water, turned water into wine, made the lame to walk, the blind to see...a God who brought dead people to life.
Do I have faith? Yeah, I think so. For sure, the kind that goes to church and can give you a nice definition of what faith is. Do I have jump in the wheelbarrow, being pushed by a tightrope walker kind of faith? I don't know...but I think I want that kind of faith. I'm not sure though...it sounds kind of scary.