A B C D E F . . .”Please stop there,” one of the first-timers said. She’s sitting towards the back with the other newbies. “What would you like to say?” the oldest Dumbo sheep asked. “The word Faith, begins with the letter, f.” Although she’s pretty young, she knows her ABC’s. It’s part of our foundation towards developing sound thinking and speaking. . .and reasoning. “I have faith,” she said. “My mom says I do and so does my dad. Every Sunday morning, the preacher says it too. He keeps telling me to use my faith and it will make God happy. The songs that I like a lot, promise that things will be good if I only have faith in myself. The problem is, I just can’t find it. I don’t know what to look for. What is it?” I don’t think I have it. She started crying. Change is coming for her.
I noticed that sweet little Lily has made her way over to the newbie and put her arms around her. I think she’s whispering something in her ear and filling her soul with the His fragrance. “If you have a faith as tiny as a mustard seed, you can say to a mountain, ‘Remove yourself from this place and it shall be removed. Nothing is impossible for you to do, with this Faith.” Matthew 17:20 As young as she is, mountains are already surrounding her. I heard one of the Eagles say, “She’s come just in the nick of time.”
A few days ago, when we were having another Good Moment, we talked about the reality of the ornaments on man’s tree. Faith is one of the brightest ornaments and sits close to the top of his tree. He has worked very hard to develop it. He’s in constant labor in it, trying to give birth to the magic that it apparently brings when someone possesses it. Trying, trying, trying to make it happen. Pushing, pushing, pushing. . .to help the birth along. Read another book about it. Pray another prayer for it. Yield yourself to it. Follow the example of others. . .blah, blah, blah. Sorry. I’ve been down that road and it is a Dead End. That little cutie in the back already knows that. If faith is born from man’s laboring, it is stillborn. It is a dead faith. Lower case letter f. Worse yet, it is a gross insult to the Creator. When a man is possessed by his own faith, he is free of God because he is his own god, lower case g. But he is deaf and blind to it all. The fruit from his tree is lifelike, but it’s only an ornate bowl of plastic fruit.
Webster defines faith as: “the act of wholeheartedly and continuously believing in the existence, power and benevolence of a supreme being, having confidence that your well-being is His concern and all things in your life will work for your good; a firm and unquestioning trust and confidence in the value, power and efficacy of something or someone you believe in; a belief system.” It is a verb, and it is a noun. Faith is an action taken. Faith is a position arrived at.
The definition of the word in the New Testament Greek Language is: ” to rely by Inward certainty; to agree; to believe; to make friends; to be persuaded; to be made to yield; to assent both reflexively and passively to what is seen and heard in the eyes and ears of the soul.” This is the Faith that Grows on the Tree of life. This is the Ornament that Shines like the Morning Son. This belongs alone to the Alpha and Omega of Life. . .the first, and the last. . .and every Capital Letter in between of the Divine Alphabet. The eagles just returned from their morning flight over the Colors of the Rainbow of his Love and with their own eyes they have seen Him and with their mouth, they have tasted of His Fruit.
“The Fruit of God’s Spirit (the work which He alone accomplishes) is Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Self-control, Faith. Yes, Faith. The little newbie’s ears just perked up (and I swear they’ve grown a little). She has little eagle eyes now too. “
So that is where Faith comes from. It’s from Him. From Jesus. From His Spirit, Who makes Jesus a Reality in the soul. He is happy when He does everything. His Love to me must do everything.” It has to be a Gift.
“I have come in to My Garden with my children; I have gathered the spices that I have grown. I have gathered the richest perfumes that come from My own Scent. I have eaten My own Honey from My Honeycomb. I have drunk My Wine from my Vine; and I drink only My Milk. Eat and drink, My Loves. You can never make My Love disloyal to Myself. Drink abundantly of My Love, My precious little flock, for you all are irrevocably Mine. . .all that I have, and all that I am, is yours.” Song of Solomon 5:1
It’s like a New Year’s Eve party in here right now. Celebration. Dancing and singing. Faith is on everyone’s lips. Kisses from the King. Happy New Year!
Eternal Life. Freely given. Freely received. Free, Love.
A Good Moment 