“…when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?” Luke 18:8
Today’s blog continues the story (from the last two blogs) in which Jesus had been speaking of a persistent widow and her pleas to an unjust judge for justice. She eventually received what she asked for because of her determination (she kept bothering him). If the unjust judge was able to finally give in, would not the God of the universe even more bring about justice for His chosen ones?
Jesus ends His story by asking a profound question: “However, when the Son of man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”
- Do I take the time to cry out to God?
- Do I consider prayer a useful or useless thing to do? How do I define useful and useless?
- Am I willing to step out in faith and keep asking, even though prayer is time-consuming, energy encompassing and completely painful to put my deepest longings out there when I know very well they could be crushed? Am I willing to “be crushed” in order to know God more and to find His good?
- There are two things this passage teaches me to do: have faith and keep asking.
It is my faith in God that settles me on my knees to go back to Him again and again. I believe that He hears my cries. I believe that God is who He says He is.
The widow received justice. Her prayers were answered. But it took much work, tears and fighting for what she believed. Notice, she didn’t fight or try to convince her offenders. Perhaps she had tried and she knew now that the attempts would be a waste of time.
She went to the only one who could help her cause.
God is the only One who can really help me in my trials. I may try to gain justice on my own, but when it comes down to it, the lack of resolution (after I’ve tried) can only be answered by God himself.
That’s where my faith comes in.
My flesh wants to give up, to give in to despair or to stay in confusion and anger at my offender.
God wants my eyes to stay focused on Him. All the other choices are stormy waves that distract me from my godly walking adventure on the waters of life.
When I am at my wits end, when I have no other paths to take or options to try, but when I still put one foot in front of the other and live a holy life for God, that is faith.
Faith is the prayer and the release of the prayer into His hands.
Faith is finding joy, even in the tears.
Faith is addressing my Lord and Savior with my greatest requests, especially when I don’t have time and especially when I don’t feel like it.
Faith is jumping from the ledge of comfort into the realm of the unknown because I give my trust to Christ.
It is realizing that the energy to love and serve despite what feels like unanswered prayer IS an answer to my unspoken prayers.
But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.” (I Peter 1:15,16)
Learning to soar above my trials is ultimately better than the resolution of my trials. It is a part of becoming holy as He is holy. It is realizing how this earth has little to offer me in the long run. But what God has to offer is eternal.
The justice with which God may provide me is His ability in me to focus on Him more than on my trial.
Father, I thank you for my trials, for I see you in every aspect of them. I feel your comfort and hear your encouragements through song and verses that come to mind. I see you in the bright sunshine and hear you in the sound of birds throughout the day. Make me holy. I surrender my life to you. Strengthen my faith. Your will be done. In Jesus name, Amen.