BLOGWORDS – Sunday 20 November 2016 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – WHEN SOMEONE QUESTIONS YOUR FAITH
FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – WHEN SOMEONE QUESTIONS YOUR FAITH
A longtime friend and brother in Christ recently put my faith in question. Not once, but twice. My first instinct was to defend myself, my faith. But I realized I don’t need to. If my faith doesn’t defend itself, then I need to reevaluate and dig deeper. I need to deeper, stronger faith.
As Christians, we can and will come under attack. We should expect it. If we aren’t then we should question and examine our lives and our faith.
What stung about this particular incident is who it came from. Not a stranger. Not a liberal who wants nothing to do with godly values and morals. Not even a “nominal” Christian who warms a pew on Sunday but lives like the world the rest of the week. This was someone I’ve trusted for years and looked to as a spiritual mentor. But when a very basic tenet of my faith was in question, I could not accept his evaluation, nor his judgment.
For that’s what it was. Extremely judgmental on his part. I withdrew from the debate. Not because I cowered or backed down, but because as they say, arguing with a fool only makes me a fool too. It was wasting my time and his to continue battering each other with words. And, as stated above, if my faith can’t stand on its own or defend itself, then I need to back away and look at my faith.
To a degree, I have done that. And the result is a much stronger faith. A boldness and courage I’ve never known before. It’s not about who’s right and who’s wrong. It’s about where my faith is.
To be clear, I did not attack this person in defending myself. I simply let it go. And hours after [I thought] the conversation was over, he messaged me. Twice. I did not read them at the time. (and it’s a good thing, too, or I would have reacted poorly.) I read them today. What drew this response out in me is the bit where he says, “…they are presumptuous and assume their prayer is one of Faith. Yet God did not tell them to intercede, in that particular way. IF they would have asked Him, they would have known exactly what to pray.” That is most presumptuous and accusing, to assume I did not seek Father’s will. (because he disagreed with me) I live and breathe seeking Father’s will.
My faith was attacked. And not from some anonymous source, someone I might expect it from. My faith was attached by a fellow believer. And that made me pause, made me stop and think. And that’s what our faith has to do. It has to lead our lives. It has to have dominion over our flesh, our soul—emotions, will, intellect, our thoughts. Our spirit man has to look to Jesus who looked to Father for not only our every word and action, but our reactions as well.
As sad as this is for me, I rejoice. I rejoice because I triumphed over my flesh. I triumphed over a weak and selfish reaction to a conflict. Which means my spirit man is stronger than I realized. Stronger than ever. And that’s a good thing.
Has your faith ever been under attack? What did you discover as the result?
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