I have been sifting through this whole concept of walking by faith all week now.. people describe faith in God like faith in the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it and you know it's there. Or even the story of the blind woman, she could see nothing, but went on what she heard, what she could feel and just what she knew. In someways those ideas are comforting, because they are familiar concepts, but those ideas cannot even begin to describe the faith I have, the faith i yearn to have, and the faith I will never obtain in my glorious, mighty, powerful God!!! One of the best ways an active faith has been described to me is in an analogy of a parachute... If your in a plane thats crashing, and you are given a parachute, you won't just sit there and believe "this parachute will save me." Instead, you put your faith in the parachute, strap it tightly to your back, jump out of the plane, and pull the string. So often do we just recite "I believe in God. I believe in Jesus." Satan himself can say that! Our life's plane is spiraling downward, on a straight path to hell, when we say that we believe we are given a chute, but until we actively walk in faith, strap on our salvation tightly around the waist, jump out into open air, and allow that savior to do His work by pulling the string, we are not saved.Our God is not like the wind, or a blind person's cane, because when I put my faith in Him, and jump head first out of a plane, I receive undeserved grace, mercy, love and blessings that I cannot receive from anything here on this Earth. We so often put our faith in the wind, on our "walking stick" on people, things, rational ideas that just seem to MAKE SENSE. We put our trust into things that will stop, that will perish. The wind can stop blowing, our cane will eventually fail us, people will lie and cheat, things will rust and grow old and outdated, ideas will be proven wrong over and over again... but realize, God will never fail you! Our God will never die or perish, He will never grow outdated or weary, He cannot rust, and He refuses to stop. He is bigger than a mountain, bigger than our planet, our universe, our galaxy and beyond, but for some glorious, uncomprehendable reason He sent His perfect son, to live a perfect life, and be brutally beaten, and murdered, for our sins. THIS concept still does not make sense to me, but I would rather put my faith in that love, than in the wind.





