Fake News

 

News of the death of my faith has been greatly exaggerated. One might even call it fake news. But all the best propaganda is based on, at best, one’sjudgement of another’s actions, and at worst, outright lies. And so, this event is not surprising, for agitated reactions and conspiracy theories are born of such rumours: I received a very well meaning letter today. Extremely well meaning. In it were several admonishments not to abandon the faith of my youth. 

My faith is alive and well. Although it has grown to an inclusive stance that I believe allows God more freedom to be His Loving, Fatherly Self, and that process has taken me away from traditional congregatory fellowship, my faith has not died a slow, agonizing, nor a quick, traumatic death. It has merely been given the room required to breathe, and the ability to sustain me in every facet of life; not merely those within the common boundaries acquired by the adoption of an externally sustained legal system and conscience. I’m sorry if that is unclear. The long and the short of it is this: the law of love, evidence that the Spirit within is truly the breath and life of my being, has captured my heart, and those uncomfortable grey areas have become points of rest. 

My faith has been set free to truly be put into action. Endless possibility and imagination are the only limits to what might manifest. Potential outcome of belief is no longer subject to the weighing of checks and balances. Have I done everything right? Have I somehow sinned and ignored it? Have I exhibited proper penitence? Have I properly considered the eternal consequences of my daily mistakes in a way that might prevent further disruption of the norm? Have I properly taught my children so that they might avoid the fire, or have I abandoned them to hell and tied round my neck the proverbial millstone by my neglect of their eternal souls? Well, have I? 

Well, no. I haven’t. Because Love never fails. And Love has already won. And I am safely relaxed in the lap of the Maker. And I need no creed or doctrine, no community held conclusion of truth’s contents to ground me. My very existence is solidly sought and sustained in my Maker, who, incidentally, saw fit to charge man with appropriating stewardship of creation, in essence, doing unto others what we might have done to us, the earth included, and we, who believed a lie, have subsequently dropped the ball and repeatedly ask to be let out of the penalty box, saved from our self inflicted consequences and perceived injustices, if you will, when we were never sent there. We are as Christ in this world. Yet, we sit tight and hang onto our beggar’s prayers, grasping at straws we feel we have no right to. We are sons. Daughters. Children. Identity is one thing, perspective is another. Which one is given opportunity to rule? 

On second thought, perhaps, MY faith is DEAD. For rather than believing that He can do anything, in spite of me, if only I muster enough faith, I have quite agreed with Him, that In Him, as all things are, anything is possible, and I shall find myself quite capable of listening, and acting, as did Christ Jesus, and consequently, I shall be getting it right. I shall be looking for that which is needful and necessary, even abundant to show up in perfect timing. I shall be agreeing that my Father indeed has all the cows, and moves them around as they are required. I shall agree that I have all I need for life and godliness, including the faith of Christ, inside me, at my very core, and I shall stop looking for the checks and balances to line up and award me the blessing based on the formula. 

And I shall accept that within holy relationships, the timing of which may not line up to widely accepted legal standard, I shall understand myself as seen through Love’s eyes, because those with whom I share relationship are also in the beloved, and might, perhaps be seeing me with clarity. I shall listen, rather, to their supportive truth, which heals and manifests as divine sustenance and calls me to abandon the lies that seek to defeat me, thus, disagreeing with the Maker who called me GOOD. For indeed, all I have needed, His hand hath provided, past tense, there is no lack. Not in me, not in my world. 

The trappings of that which felt like faith, I have indeed abandoned, for both God and I were hemmed in on every side by them. Freedom is beautiful. Faith is beautiful when it is allowed to grow. And if it is not mine, formulated carefully by me, but rather, His faith in Me (yes, there is a double meaning in that), then grow it shall! Faith Unlimited. Fully embraced!

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