Blind Faith

A culmination of recent events has made me rethink a lot of things about my faith. I had a few friends take huge steps in their faith walks recently, and that always inspires the sharing of testimony in social gatherings, even from those who have taken less recent, though equally significant steps.

Over one such gathering, everyone involved shared their experiences with disillusionment through the raw exposure to accurate world view. That is, they were able to solidify their recognition of their identity in Christ. Curious, I dwelt on it for several days. I know that my own identity in Christ is not entirely what I think it is. My perception, even after all of my trials and lessons, is still warped and tainted by what I'm now told are lies.

The vexing part about this is that I know, intellectually, that I'm deceived. I have the knowledge of who I am in Christ; that I'm eternally loved by God, that my sins are forgiven; ultimately that I'm saved. Yet even now, that reality has never fully sunken in. There's always been something in the way, preventing the peace and joy of Christ from truly taking root.

I asked some of the aforementioned friends about this today. Specifically, I voiced my desire to talk to them, perhaps even somewhat regularly, about actually realizing the identity of which I'm currently merely aware. The way it was broken down for me was simple: to have childlike faith; that is, to believe by enforcement what I already know to be biblically true. To completely disregard the lies and not allow them in, because I can be shielded by the truth. All it takes is taking God at His word.

This will, of course, require much diligence. It's going to be a process of rewiring my heart and mind against a lifetime of allowing creeping doubts and lies into my perspective. Such is the nature of rocky soil. My prayer is for God to till that soil and remove the rocks, so that I can fully step into the life that He has redeemed for me.