After countless exposures, COVID finally got me. My symptoms started Saturday. I wanted to start praying and rebuking but couldn’t find the energy. I felt I had misplaced my “mustard seed” of faith. Then I remembered to “Behold the Lamb of God” and thought about His perfect, mountain-moving faith.
I’ve been reading Beyond an Angry God by Steve McVey. He says legalism has hijacked the beauty and simplicity of the gift of faith given to us by Jesus Christ. He writes, “many people see faith as a sort of currency we spend with God. The more of it you have, the bigger things you can buy. Then people blame themselves for not having enough faith when things didn’t turn out the way they prayed.”
I’ve been in that boat. I think all of us have. It’s easy to have faith on a sunny day, but when the storms of life come, we, like the disciples, will too quickly believe Jesus doesn’t care. And when we are amid the storm, people often tell us to have more faith. That doesn’t even make sense because we can’t conjure up more of what we lack in the first place. Cue shame, exit mustard seed.
What if we have it all backward? What if faith is as simple as believing in the faith of Jesus and remembering He lives inside us and is interceding for us. That means He’s praying for us. Praying us through our storms and praying we will quit making faith all about us and realize faith is all about Him.
When I behold the Lamb, I begin to realize things like faith, obedience, grace, and truth are all found in the person of Jesus Christ. And He lives inside me, as He does each one of us who believes.
In Galatians 2:20, Paul wrote, “I am crucified with Christ; nevertheless, I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me. And the life which I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith OF the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me (KJV, emphasis mine). Modern-day translators have changed that verse to, “I live by faith in the Son of God.”
In this case, the KJV got it right (check Young’s if you don’t believe me). While this may seem a trivial matter, it is enormous! Paul wasn’t saying he was trusting in his faith in Christ; he said he trusted the faith of Christ that lived in him.
That’s what I began marinating on Saturday evening. I thought about how Jesus lives inside me, and He was never too tired to move mountains. I gained courage and took heart. I remembered all the times He helped everyone who had little to no faith. He’s awesome like that. By Sunday, I was on the mend.
To be responsible, I still tested on Monday, and my result was positive. But Jesus has turned what the enemy intended for evil into a #FeelingGreatStaycation. Jesus was indeed faithful when I was faithless! Just remember, next time you need to “fight to good fight of faith,” hang up your boxing gloves and rest in the faith of the Lamb of God.