A life of faith isn’t a life of inaction, sitting around waiting for some magic formula to turn our lives into everything we hoped, dreamed, and were created to be.
I confess, some of us Type A’ers have a serious problem. We see a picture, develop a narrative, and head out to write the story. We paint our own pictures. We take everything into our own hands.
Usually a bad idea.
But others treat faith like it’s their butler. Ring the bell, order a turkey sandwich, and faith will deliver it on a covered platter while you catch up on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Want a burger? No problem, faith will get it (along with a free chiropractic adjustment while you wait).
Maybe I’m defending my OCD, but I don’t think faith is lazy. I don’t think faith is blind hope. It seems to me faith just re-orders the process.
Most of us encounter a problem, and then set out to solve it. We see something we want, and we make plans for how to go get it. If we’re feeling super spiritual, we might ask God to bless our efforts. But that’s backwards.
Faith acts in response.
Faith starts with what God wants. Faith seeks His solution. Faith surrenders to His perspective.
And then faith…waits.
Sometimes God’s answers are gift wrapped. A collision of circumstances only orchestrated by the Supernatural.
But sometimes His answers come as a giant pile of hard work. A game plan. A direction. An opportunity He expects you to get off your butt and get moving on.
Faith isn’t lazy. It’s active. It’s not some Copperfield illusion. Faith lives.
It lives in response.