“Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though
you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is
inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the
outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”
~1
Peter 1:8-9
I
remember when I was a little girl my cousins and I played with dolls. We spoke
for them, made up places they went, events that happened, and married
Barbie and Ken over and over again. It was called ‘make believe’ and as a
parent, I listened as my kids played games of make believe. A chair and pillow became a car, a cardboard box was a treasure chest spilling gold and
jewels onto the ground, and my kids were teachers, doctors, cowboys, and
Indians. Make believe is great fun. It’s when we get older that we realize make
believe is for kids and we have to face the reality of being a responsible
adult. But what happens when we are told Jesus is make believe? We pray to a
God we can’t see, we wait for miracles from a Lord that isn’t visible, and we
hope for salvation that will be fulfilled when He returns, or we die and go to
a place called Heaven. How do we reconcile ourselves to believing in what many
call ‘make believe’ when it comes to the Bible?
“At that time the disciples came to Jesus,
saying, ‘Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ And calling to Him a
child, He put him in the midst of them and said, ‘Truly,
I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will
never enter the kingdom of Heaven. Whoever humbles himself
like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of Heaven’ (Matthew 18:1-4).”
Children
are so trusting and have no hang ups about being honest and open. I remember
when my son, Michael, was being potty trained. My husband was in prison, so the
only man around was my next-door neighbor. I asked him to help me, so he took
my son out back and showed him how to pee on a tree. Michael was tree trained
from that day forward. One day, we were walking downtown and there were trees planted at the edge of the sidewalk every so often, and I noticed Michael
was no longer beside me. I turned around and there’s my son with his pants at
his knees, watering the tree. Of course, he was three at the time and passersby
chuckled. My son had no shame, no fear of reprisal, and he wasn’t embarrassed.
That’s how we believe in Jesus—without shame or embarrassment no matter what
anyone else might say.
“That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of glory, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and of revelation
in the knowledge of Him, having the eyes of your hearts enlightened, that you
may know what is the hope to which He has called you, what are the
riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints (Ephesians 1:17-18).”
I
have been mocked and ridiculed for my faith. Once or twice it hurt my feelings
but in the long run, those are the people I pray for the most. I know their
minds have been blinded to the truth of Jesus Christ. It takes just a smidgeon
of faith to be saved by confessing Christ is Lord, and I pray for everyone to
have just that much faith because I know if they take that first shaky step,
the Holy Spirit will multiply that faith more and more with each successive
step. And with faith comes hope, peace and joy in what we cannot see with our
eyes but with our spirit.
“In Him we have redemption through His
blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His
grace,
which He lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of His will, according to His
purpose, which He set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of
time, to unite all things in Him, things in Heaven and things on earth
(Ephesians 1:7-10).”
Read
Job 17-21; Ephesians 1
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Marie McGaha