My children praying for my longevity out of pure love for me is the sweetest I could hear from them. It was in their bedtime prayer and in our devotion most of the time. Children have pure faith not like the grown man who get intoxicated by our world.
Here I am talking about people who have faith in God and confess the existence of God. Nor do I speak of the faith of other sects but of the believer of Christ. I put behind the choosing of faith, as we put it, in the world full of religions. I don’t intend to talk deep about that either.
It’s more of a swaying faith like mine when I was in pain physically. Some of the cells don’t seem to get over with mustering the courage while in pain; it kept shifting and it comes in different ways. However, it was a privileges to have gone through it as one tends to appreciate good times.
My swaying faith makes me unfit for the kingdom of ‘mustard-seed-faith’ which I would try to elaborate more afterwards. A little faith – the size of mustard seed, is sufficient for us to get through this world and even rule over the world. Yet we lacked more faith.
I could no longer hide my face from my children. I need to spend some time alone, in between for few minutes, so that they would not disturb me until the pain subsides. It is my duty to let them understand what poor daddy needed at the time.
Sometimes it happened; even before I could finished my prayer there is lack of faith in me which comes from knowing the state of my physical body in my little knowledge. We reason things together – I can reason for myself too, although it did not serve me good.
Our knowledge, although very limited, can be our stumbling block lessening our view of God’s work. I did not downplay knowledge and wisdom as it’s a gift from God. But if it block the light from God then it’s of no use.
Now the question is, when I pray do I really trust in God? If not, it’s a waste of time and I’m deceiving myself. I don’t want to persevere but wanted God to deliver me as soon as possible. Especially for chronically ill persons, although our sickness isn’t worth telling, our faith gets swayed from time to time.
Riding on the Faith of a Child:
When I’m down I listened to the prayers of my children for my longevity. With folded hands they pray for my good health. It disturbs me though, to put young child in this state. Since I am living in the world of ‘no-choice’, I meant not my first choice life, I have to accept the real situation.
I hope that the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob,……my grandfather, my father, mine, and my children would absolutely hear their plea. The honest prayers of my children I will always treasure throughout the time. Seeing them always
In other words, I am riding on the faith of my children when my ‘hope tank’ is low. It is the work of God to fill my ‘hope tank’ through my children, that I may get filled with faith in hope in the coming days. I am literally and technically riding on the faith of my children when I have few or no words in my heart to say.
In Psalms 145:17, 18; The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them.
Faith the Size of Mustard Seed:
Faith, only the size of a mustard seed, is needed to move mountains, not intoxicated it should be. But the problem here is that one hardly possesses this kind of faith. The tiniest bit of faith, when it is true faith from God, grow to immense proportions in the lives of believers and spreading out to influence all they come into contact with.
In our sufferings and our daily life, faith the size of a mustard seed, is more than enough to take us into likeness of Him. It is sufficient for victorious crossing over of life’s trauma and the fights we had to fight.
Although the contextual meaning of the word would be directed towards the little faith of the disciples, which could be used as depicting words. Jesus Christ here is speaking figuratively of the unfathomable power of God. It also implies the unleashed of God’s power to the true men of faith.
“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20) It takes me back to the Psalmist as he wrote, “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.” (Psalms 23)
Increase Your Faith:
Jesus told his disciples to increase their faith. Faith gets swayed yet not lost. We are to live in a community so that we charged up each other in faith.
He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.” (Luke 17:5,6)
Figuratively speaking, while we appreciate and upheld people of great faith, a mustard seed size faith proves provident for setting up kingdom of faith in this world so that we can live with contention underneath, in the presence of God.
Yet we tend to lose faith in God and in everything when the evil blinded us. In Him, we can see our future, we can see the love of God; and the compassion of Christ even for our earthly life.
Jesus wanted us to increase our faith; not simply contented with what we already but holding onto it as we experience new challenges in life. Our life might be dwindling yet our faith will grow on if we let him in our heart.
If the anchor of my swaying faith is Jesus, I will not get lost in the vastness of life with its sufferings and pain. My swaying faith will cease when I can truly possesses faith like the size of a mustard seed. Then it will be swaying no more but firm in faith; praising the Lord for everything without delay.
