“So I brought him to Your disciples, but they could not cure him.” Matthew 17:16
Mustard Seed Faith
I sometimes falter in the knowledge of my shortcomings on this spiritual journey. It seems to me I should be so much further along. I would think I would be more mature and cease to fall into these same niggling sins yet again. It seems to me that Jesus deserves better than I am giving.
I read the story of Jesus healing the epileptic boy in Matthew 17 after the failure of the disciples to accomplish much of anything. That would be me. Why can’t I do this? Why this failure? Well, here’s the thing. No matter how spiritual I may be, it’s not my fasting or praying or holy living that accomplishes anything. (Verse 21 is not in some translations.)
It is faith in God that moves mountains. (Verse 20) It is a faith that knows who He is and all that He alone can do. It is His will, not mine. It is His power. It is His glory.
Listen to the words of the old hymn, “The Solid Rock”*:
“My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.”
This thought strangely encourages me because I know I am not a great prayer warrior. I rarely fast. I am spiritually weak and vulnerable. There is a sweet relief and a great hope in knowing it’s not up to me. Whew! God Himself will do the doing of it. Will I believe Him for it? That is all that is required.
“Father, what a God You are! Thank You for a grace that abounds. May we grasp who You are and in that faith and confidence see You move among us. All for Your glory. Amen.”
Amen!
This spoke to my heart. Thank you!
Thank You, for your message.
Amen