The cross is more than two pieces of wood bound together.
I’ve been praying a few prayers for a long time,
persevering, hoping, trying to expect answers. Sometimes it’s easy to believe
for answers. Sometimes it’s hard.
I read about the woman whose stretched out hand caught hold
of Jesus’ robe from the back, releasing power for healing to flow from him to
her. Jesus said it was her faith that healed her, and I feel confused. Is my
faith inadequate then? How do I build it up so the power can flow unimpeded?
I clutched a palm-sized cross in my hands, asking Jesus to
speak to me in words or pictures which I could clearly understand. Instantly I
was aware of the cross I was clutching. On it was the word Faith.
The cross is more than a silent symbol. It shouts, ‘I love
you!’ from the Trinity to me, to you, to the world.
I know that for a fact. Nobody would have done what Jesus
did unless he were completely and utterly in love.
Do I believe that? Yes. 100%. So, then, whatever his answer
to my prayer, whether it is a pulse of power or a peaceful silence, it is a
loving answer, and in it are green shoots of new life.
My level of expectation has risen. As has Jesus.
No comments:
Post a Comment