On Monday, we planted our feet in the reality of our tiny-ness. We stared like dopes into cereal boxes and walked around with cardboard over our heads because our eyes cannot handle the brilliance of 1% of the sun.
When we are tempted like Naaman to grumble in frustration and confusion at the path God has put us on, we must remember that the Christian walk is lived mostly in the small moments.
Just as it would not serve our children well to stay stuck in the first grade curriculum with first grade questions and first grade answers, neither does it serve us well as maturing adults to discontinue the challenging work of growing in faith.
In the midst of the storm, we discover just what we really believe about God. All of our creeds and systematic theologies mean little when we come up against the reality of our own destruction. In the midst of the storm, we find out how much we trust that God is in control, that God is present somewhere, that God is listening.
Psalm 31 gives us the opportunity to explore and express our lives of faith.
This promise from God was the only thing that Abram had to follow. I say “only”—a promise from God is more than we could ever ask for—because, despite the value of such a promise, the rich comfort that his promises offer can only be accessed by faith.