Sometimes I doubt. While looking the other day for two AA batteries, I found a few loose in the tool drawer. Of course, I wondered about the remaining life that each had. I kept digging until I found a new package. My confidence increased when I found him. Credibility requires proof.
A common human characteristic, most of those who doubt, I think, would rather “see for themselves” or “put their eye on things” to believe. No wonder then, when too often someone makes a statement outside the bounds of credibility, we question its validity. Consider anyone you know who has behaved in a less than exemplary manner – by a rebuff or a sarcastic remark, by being manipulative or stabbed, by gossip – and doubt becomes one of our best tools for judgment. discernment.
But sometimes I also doubt God. Like most, I think my observations of the world with all its conflicts, a death too young, the indifference and harshness of nature, the constant inhumanity of man to man, the bad things that happen to good people and good to bad, deposit in me the thought that God is suppressed. Like some, I also wonder how could he have allowed all of this to happen? Godâs purpose in all of this escapes me, although Iâm sure itâs not God but me.
But if God is anything, he is greater than any of his created. What is useful for God can be difficult for His children. The Father knows before the child. What is difficult for the child comes before understanding. Sometimes he has to experience the lesson for himself. The cynic, the atheist, the casual Christian all suffer from the same disease: laziness. Everyone is repelled by doubt when it arrives.
And my response to doubt, whether I challenge God or choose not to believe in him, is not so much a test of his existence or his purpose or even my faith. That He knows. In addition, it is still a discovery for me to know my confidence in him in order to understand his strength. Doubt is not the basis for forming a concept about God or the means by which to judge him. It remains the domain of sight. He asked me to believe not what I see but what I cannot. And if I have the grace to receive his revelation which is intended for me, then doubt becomes the beginning of a deepening of faith, a journey towards greater understanding. Falling on my job beyond doubt when it happens, mine is to be still, to listen, to position my life to hear and listen to God. Patience lets me know that something planned is waiting for me. This, I believe, is the orderly relationship between Father and child, Creator and created. The sufferings of life, and its joys, mean bringing me to this understanding.
These batteries restored power to my device. Knowing that I do not see electricity, I live in its power and its consequences. Faith works that way.
âThose who have ears to hear, let them hearâ (Matthew 11:15, KJV).
Deck Cheatham has been a golf professional for over 40 years. He lives with his family in Dalton. Contact him at email@example.com.