Who I am, alone, the one who believes.
Perhaps, I thought…strongly perhaps, the thing we who believe should do is to believe more assuredly, more unwaveringly and more amenable to others maybe curious.
Perhaps, our beliefs unchangeable should display such a peace that others might come close enough to wonder why we’ve not budged, why we’re unphased by harsh and horrible accusation, rant or interpretation.
Not an expert in doctrine, not necessary, just simply a consistent thinker of thought, believer of my beliefs and faithfulness in my faith.
Who I am when alone, the most valid measure of my faith I’ve decided.
The morning after a wedding celebration, I drove home alone with a Sunday morning mix of quiet and jubilant on a road I’d never traveled.
It was phenomenal.
Scanning static and station,I settled on Southern gospel praise with a boom boom rhythm about “Not lettin’ the devil steal my peace.. not my joy… not my soul…no, no, no…I’m not gonna let him take my peace!”
My shoulders falling in a lean one side to the other and my free hand pumping with a confident keepin’ time.
My soul free and easy, my thoughts open and thankful.
Then quiet, just moving through blue sky country towards home and noticing everything; I thought of stopping to see for longer,
A church on a grassy hill, a tree lined stretch of glorious shade and a cotton field gazed upon through open window.
This morning, I’m back to early morning with Bible in my lap.
I read from Jeremiah; then a Psalm followed by two chapters in Romans.
Providence in word from Old and New.
The place of promise is revealed through faith.
It depends on faith and rests on grace. Romans 4:16
A return to the place my soul bare and at rest in simple yet astounding grace.
Because of faith.
In the quiet of morning and alone, I understood more than before.
I believe it shows.
My faith unmoved with noise of our day.
So unmoved and undaunted, perhaps inviting question.