What do you believe?
When your life explodes around you, what you believe changes everything.
I saw a lot of pain, fear, doubt, and struggles just in this past week alone.
Would what I saw change what I believe, or would what I believe change what I saw?
I saw cries of anguish ring out around the world as we mourned the senseless murder of every soul on the Malaysian flight MH-17 over Ukraine.
I believe in God the Father.
I believe God will let man go his own way and make his own choices — yes, even evil choices — but I also believe that He has never left us in the midst of it all.
I saw fear as a dear friend once again faces the struggle of an unknown future without any place to live nor the income to secure a place on her own.
I believe in Jesus Christ.
I believe that, as He was able to feed over 5,000 with five loaves and two fish, He’s able to provide for my friend abundantly, and I believe that, as He showed us with His friend Lazarus, Jesus is never late, no matter how it looks. Will He let us go through struggles? Absolutely, but for a perfect purpose.
I saw another friend sit at the bedside of her frail mother, wondering if today is the day she won’t wake up again so she can look her mother in the eyes and say, “I love you,” one more time.
I believe in the Holy Spirit.
I believe there’s no place we can go where the Holy Spirit cannot reach us — even in a deep sleep — and the Holy Spirit comforts us, giving us grace to endure.
I saw someone close to me overwhelmed by the serious circumstances of her life, feeling unable to move forward as she’s constantly knocked down by physical limitations.
I believe in the crucifixion.
I believe we’ve been crucified with Christ. When we die to ourselves and to how we think our lives should look, we can finally live again by God’s infinite love, power and wisdom. We can rest in the truth that God always knows best.
I saw tears of sadness as we mourned the death of our friends’ beloved, and only, daughter Felicia, who bravely battled Spinal Muscular Atrophy her entire life, four days after the anniversary of the death of their only son, Luke.
I believe in the Resurrection.
I believe that, in the words of her parents, Luke and Felicia “have been reunited and are dancing together through the power and resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.” They, too, will be reunited with both their children one day. Until then God’s grace will provide what they need.
And He’s coming back again!
We don’t need to live in fear, doubt or despair until that day comes — if we believe and live like we believe.
Let our faith be more than anthems.
Let’s live like He really is sovereign over all, and His love really never fails.
Let’s live like we say we believe!
 John 11:25