Man was made for the ground. Why else to do we feel nauseous when we go zipping around in our uncle’s boat? We have feet not flippers; arms not wings; lungs not gills. We jump and expect to feel the jarring impact shoot up through our knees. We lay on the grass, avoid excessive air-travel, and kiss the ground when we get home.
I wince when I travel.
Ground is our home. It makes us feel secure. Ground comforts us, exemplified by the sighs of relief when an airline touches down; or when we come down the ladder propped on the side of the house. Solid equals condolence. Man was made for earth and earth for man. The two are joined. They are twins from the same parents but you can’t tell in a crowd.
What did Adam feel the first time he stood up from his dusty womb?
The issue of faith is an issue of truth. An issue of reality. Faith can’t be faked, just as truth can’t be faked. Either something is true or untrue; fabricated or evident. While the false may parade as the true, somewhere, somehow, we believe that there is a reckoning. Some gavel must slam down and the curtain must drop, and when it does we will all gasp.
I’d guess there are more agricultural major graduates than philosophy major graduates.
Faith. Ask anyone on the street about faith and I’d bet they’d give you some answer along the lines of religion, or an eyes-closed-leap, or country music. Humanity wants evidence to have faith. Is this real? Prove it.
What if I told you you’re walking on air? Ushers have bags for the sick. What is faith? We imagine that faith steps off the cliff and walks on gases. I beg to differ.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Heb. 11:1
Invisible stuff right? Intangible. Read it again. This time time take off your glasses, your prescription renewal is overdue.
Faith is the SUBSTANCE of things hoped for, the EVIDENCE of things not seen.
Makes you wonder. Imagine the man plunging brashly off the cliff was actually plunging onto it the whole time. He floated around in gas until he stepped onto the precipice. Truth is solid. No one who has been to the moon debates the existence of it. No one thinks of faith as substance and evidence, but look for substance and evidence to substantiate faith.
We might have had it backwards.