What do think about faith?
The reason I ask is because I think that sometimes we are not always sure about what we mean by faith.
I must admit I’m not too sure myself. So perhaps you can help me out. You see I think there is a difference between faith and belief But I think they are connected. Let me explain.
There was a group of people who believed that electricity could make a light bulb light up.
One day they sat in their office holding a meeting. And as they talked it gradually got dark. So they called on the electricity to light the light bulb. Nothing happened. And it gradually got darker.
So they called on the electricity again. And still nothing happened. So they jumped up and down. They yelled at the top of their voices. they pleaded and begged. And still nothing happened. And it got darker and darker.
Then the secretary walked in and flicked the light switch. I think that the point that I’m trying to make is that belief and faith go together. In other words, faith is belief in action.
the strange thing is ther are people who laugh at people of faith. Yet I believe that everybody lives by faith everyday.
We act in faith without realizing we are.
We get out of bed,we turn the gas or electricity on, believing that they are going to work. We get in our cars or go on public transport taking it for granted that everything will work in the way we expect to. Isn’t that faith in action?
Perhaps that’s the real reason why we get so angry when things go wrong. It is because our faith has been undermined.
One of the great joys I have found over the years is the innate decency of most people.. Yes people do do terrible things to each other. But in spite of that I still believe that there is more goodness in this world than we realize.
Have you ever asked a complete stranger and believed that what the stranger is true.
I have C.O.P.D. my lungs don’t work very well. I”m not looking for sympathy, just stating a fact. Anyway the point is I had to visit my family in Essex. No it is not really like the telly program. Back to the story. To get to Essex I had to go through London. I went there by train , and my family would meet me at the station. When I got to the station I had about a 500 yard walk to the car. I was getting out of breath. People noticed my problem and in that short distance four people asked if they could help me. The nicest one was an elderly lady. She was what people might call a street lady. She was using a walking stick, and she had a little doggy whose lead was a piece of string. She was probably worse off than me, but she still asked me if she could me. That good lady made my day.
So what’s the point? Believe in the good it cannot be defeated. Trust in the light. The darkness cannot put it out.
Cheers mate. Nice chatting with you.