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He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou find refuge: His truth is a shield and buckler
Psalms 91:4

Be it ours,when we cannot see the face of God, to trust under the shadow of His wings. C.H. Spugeon

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Choose Faith

Faith has become an absurdity, because it can't really be defined, unless one is willing to give the power to define faith to some authority apart from reason or rationale. Those who are contentious about faith in God hold fast to the supposed strength of logic and free-thought. They will contend with the assumption of higher authorities and/or powers that govern the world. Their arguments are persuasive, they are well-versed, educated and more than willing to provide sound reasoning to prove that their way is right and any other way is constrictingly narrow.

What is missing and will not be changed by articulate word-mongering and the application of critical thinking is the depth to which faith will reach into the heart and soul of a man. Faith is the providentia of the soul. It is the "wisdom to see what is virtuous, or what is suitable or profitable" providing the believer with strength and courage.

The resiliency and hope of the spirit founded upon faith is that which enables a man to face his fears; to move forward in the "spite of's"; to confront controversy and not be swayed by public opinion; to stand alone in the midst of the multitude; to find consolation and peace; to hold fast to a hope which cannot be understood apart from being face-down and mired in belief. True faith involves a heart-wrenching engagement in belief and it is subsequently, both in essence and existence, bloodied by that belief, it is choked and broken by its impact, it grasps and clutches in the death-throes of pure loves' unrequited excess and it demands our surrender. True faith is not a psychological crutch, a narcotic, an ansthesia; it becomes the very breath of the  "living being, soul, mind, disposition, passion, courage, anger, spirit, and feeling," and it responds only to the initiative of God in its dispensation. True faith is an assault upon the soul destroying the carnal, 'anima' man
yet, enlivening the spiritual man with its vision of truth, holiness and salvation.
"Woe is me, for I am undone! I am a man of unclean lips, ..." True faith is understanding the overwhelming magnificance and majesty of God. 

1 Corinthians 2:14, " ... the natural man does not receive the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him; nor can he know them because they are spiritually discerned."
1 Corinthians 2:7,8, "... we speak of God's wisdom in a mystery, the hidden wisdom which God predestined ... the wisdom which none of the rulers of this age has understood ... as it is written:
"Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
nor have entered into the heart of man
the things which God has
prepared for those who love Him."

... God has revealed them to us through His Spirit. For the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God."

God has made known the wisdom of His way by revelation, inspiration and illumination. The Holy Spirit of God is the divine agent by which this work is accomplished and is limited to those who truly seek God.

1 Corinthians 2:11b,12, "...no one knows the things of God except the Spirit of God. ... we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might know the things that have been freely given to us by God."

The premise and perversity of logic, in this instance, is its attempt to instill fear, to build upon a framework of deception embeded in our pysche, a framework that is usurped by human authority and is unwilling to offend or be found in an offensive position. This fear leads many to back away from arguments. It is fear that disables the ability to challenge. Fear looks at faith with eyes focusing on weakness, eyes which see only frailty.
Faith looks at fear and chooses and believes in the power of the love of a beneficent God.

Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.

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