Faith can move mountains.
I’m not sure if many of you have been following the thread of my posts so far. That’s my fault, I guess. You see, I should count myself blessed because I’ve just had so much on my plate lately that I just haven’t been able to check on any messages or comments that may have been left by any of you. But, not to worry. If any of you are anxious to receive feedback from your own comments, let’s all hold thumbs.
It is hoped by this writer that the content manager of this blog has set in motion a program of action in which all comments will be responded to in good time. If this is not going to be the case, there’s no harm in asking her to do this for us. And if it still appears that there’s going to be no further action on any of your comments, again, do not despair. I mentioned already just how committed I must be to other personal and professional areas in my life, so cannot spare another moment more with you, apart from sending along the blog posts which I hope you have all enjoyed reading so far.
So, whenever there’s inaction somewhere, have a little heart and have a little faith. That special someone may be just as busy as you are right now. I am quite sure that many of you lead busy lives, possibly even a lot more busy than me sometimes. Many of you are mothers, and although I don’t have a family of my own, you needn’t tell me how busy the job of motherhood is.
Many of you, like me, have what we call extended families. For me, it was a long time coming, but I’ve opened my heart to new and strange people. Many of them are going through some tough times. And, do you know what, even though I spend just a few moments with them on occasional days, it doesn’t seem nearly enough. These folks don’t need hand-holding, in fact, such a notion is discouraged.
What they do need is a lot of encouragement and motivational nudges in the right direction. I’ve found that stern and harsh words don’t always help. It sometimes scares those who are weak to lose even more hope. But, yes, you are right, tough love does help in a lot of cases. I think it’s fair to say that where love in general does succeed, whether it’s being given out or reciprocated, is when it’s based on faith.
Faith can move mountains.
Faith and love go hand in hand. Those who are desperate in life often thrive on hope. I mean, what other choice do they have apart from keeping up with their daily efforts to go from one day into the next in the ‘hope’ of turning a corner or seeing light at the end of their dark tunnels.
I had a blank moment just now. Up until then I was typing this post at a ferocious pace, belting out all my immediate thoughts on love and faith as they go together. I stopped for a moment, wondering what to say next. Then (it only took a moment to get typing again) this thought came to me. I was thinking about the difficult conversations I’ve had in the past with self-professed and committed atheists.
How does a layperson like me explain to them that God, Allah, Yahweh, the Almighty, whomever you in your own faith or religion choose to name Him, exist? These conversations have always challenged me because the atheists in question – fortunately for me, there have only been a few – appear to be far more sophisticated, educated and worldly than me. They have the power of knowledge and experience on their side.
But their favorite challenge to me has always been for me to prove that God exists. How do you do that then? Well, there are ways and means, but these have never convinced them. So, my favorite rebuttal to them, particularly when I’ve been pushed or feeling strained, is to ask them to prove that God does NOT exist. To date, I am still waiting for them to respond.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
That line comes from one of the first stories I ever heard as a young girl. Today, it remains one