Jesus’s Faith in Man


 

Most often, we examine our need for faith.  Naturally, this is self-explanatory as we are always in a desperate need for more faith.

However, even as curious, is how much faith Christ had in man.  Clearly, Christ takes an exception to our frailty as being human as we are promised an inheritance of the future to be with him forever.  This requires tremendous faith on behalf of Christ to believe in us this much.

I read the other day, that we cannot produce faith on our own, but that it is a complete gift from God.  However, taking this to the extreme, it seems silly on its own merits {Yes, I know Paul would back the claim up that we cannot produce faith on our own.

However, if this were true, why then did over and over again did Jesus become upset when his disciples have a LACK of faith?  Come on, now.  You can’t have it both ways.  If it is only through God that you obtain faith, then you can’t fault someone for not having it.

This would also beg the question when Jesus over and over again told his people to believe.  Belief, at least some of it is exercised by the believer which brings us back to Jesus and his faith in us.

It would appear that Jesus believes in us because we believe in Him and all of that seems remarkable to me.  This would not be equal faith for equal faith, but the perfect faith of Jesus for the little within us.  This is astounding when you judge It on the merits.

So then, it would seem our task ahead of us is not so much to examine the little faith we have, but the overflowing faith possessed by Jesus for us.  By doing so, we have a model on which to project how we should be.  Obviously, we are not that model for we fall dismally short.

In short, the faith Jesus holds for the world is far, far greater than any man can ever muster where we should conclude that all eyes should be on Him for he attains that answer that we fail.

What does it take?


What does it take to pull all of the good out of you? When you cry and when you die, arguing about the lies of all of that which is in between.
I say that you are good. And though the rest of the world condemns you as not good enough. We are standing here together.
Who among you is the prophet, the reformer that transforms your soul for all that is asked that you be who you were called to be.
I see beauty. I see wonder and power and pondering. I see and deep inside my core, feel those feelings that go beyond the day to day wondering of who we are.
And when you ask yourself the question of what is real and what is not: If we are not real to you then we are phonies.
There should be no anger in our voice, only our cries that beckon you to join us within the human race.
And what? Should we judge you based on your wealth, on your intelligence? Should we say you are or are not?
When your character demands attention for you weep on the slippers of a dead man’s shoes. In times like that: we should be with you.
In times like that: we should recognize all the good that lies deep within you and draw it out. It is not magical fingers on a keyboard but the reality of good and evil.
I seek to provoke, to induce you to declare who you are.
With or without pain. Noble to the truth, the instance of life or death.
In the absence of words. The absence of loudness or even of the wails of pangs.
I hear you in the narrow margins of the walls.
Trying to pull you out of you.