Fresh Start Devotionals

How Can I Believe? At my little sister’s funeral, people tried to comfort me with statements of faith like, “At least she’s not suffering any more,” or “She’s in a better place.” Though these people were right theologically, their words didn’t touch my pain. My tears were not because of where she was, they flowed because of where she was not—with the family. My own pain was compounded by watching the overwhelming grief of my parents. HOW could we continue to believe? It wasn’t humanly possible I’d like to say that my faith has always been firm and never flickered, but if I did, I’d be lying. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve never flirted with apostasy. I have no substantial disagreement with the 1689 Baptist Confession of Faith or the 1963 Baptist Faith and Message. WHAT I believe isn’t the issue, but there have been times I wondered HOW I could believe. I’ve always felt so appreciated and loved while serving at the First Baptist Church of Alameda, but I’ve served elsewhere where I felt neither. Many a sleepless night I lay awake wondering how the Bride of Christ could act so devilish. Though the experiences never affected my orthodoxy, it did shake my willingness to believe. I didn’t cry when the doctor told me I had cancer or later when he said I may never speak again. I was strong, because I thought I was supposed to be. One worship service, I stood on the stage next to the supply preacher as we began to sing the chorus “I Love you Lord.” I mouthed the words as the congregation sang. Everything was fine until we got to the words “And I lift my voice.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t even lift my voice to praise the God I trusted in. HOW could He do this to me? HOW could I continue to believe? I can relate to the words of the father who prayed: “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” (Mark 9:24 KJV) I went to the office to gather some things to prepare to fly to Arkansas for Lori’s funeral. While I was there, a church member stopped by and said, “Pastor, I just want you to know that I love you and will be praying for you.” Those words helped my unbelief, and returned joy to my soul. Belief isn’t always humanly possible; it takes divine help. Sometimes God intervenes and reminds us we are loved and that people care enough to pray for us. Jim L. Wilson, Fresh Start Devotionals (Fresno, CA: Willow City Press, 2009).