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Fortune Cookie Theology about Faith

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

My husband Gordon and I were eating at a cafeteria style Chinese restaurant.  I opened my fortune cookie and here’s what it said, “Faith is personal, but never private.” It sounded much more profound than I could figure out there over the fried rice, so I stuck it in my purse and brought the tiny slip of paper home. 

I got to wondering if personal and private have two different meanings.  I looked them up in the dictionary and private has more of a meaning of secrecy or not for public view or use.  Personal means pertaining to a particular person, such as their individual qualities or possessions. 

I named my video series Personal Prayer Power in the sense of being the time an individual spends developing their own unique relationship with God.  Each individual nurtures or neglects this for themselves.  It’s done in private, when no one else is around so in a sense it’s both personal and private prayer.  

And yet I can’t say that it’s effects are completely personal or private.  In our alone time we often pray for other people, even whole nations.  Jesus says, “No one lights a lamp and hides it in a jar or puts it under a bed.  Instead, he puts it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light.  For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.”  (Luke 8:16,17)  

So personal faith and personal prayer really aren’t private after all, just like this fortune says.  They affect our relationships with the others in our world. 

Mountain Moving Faith

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

Here’s the Daily Guideposts entry that I mentioned in my previous blog about our son, Chris being deployed to Afghanistan several years ago.  It ran on June 4, 2007.  To find out more about Daily Guideposts visit www.guideposts.com   

 

Scripture:  Mark 16:2,3   “…they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, ‘Who will roll the stone away from the entrance to the tomb?’”

 

When our Sunday school teacher asked us, “What does it mean to have mountain moving faith?” I wanted to answer, “I don’t know, but I desperately need it right now!”  We’d just received word that our son Chris was on his way to

Afghanistan with the Army, and I wondered where I could possible get the kind of strong faith that could move my mountain of fear concerning his safety and well being.

That week I was in

Orangeburg, SC rummaging through an antique store and I found an old fashioned radio cabinet that was perfect for a spot in a small entryway.  Unfortunately, the cabinet was heavy as lead because the old radio and gigantic speaker were still in it and there were no men working in the shop to help me get it into my car.  The woman in charge managed to help me get the radio cabinet onto a dolly and wheeled out to my car.  Just as I opened the trunk wondering what to do next, a man in worn out clothes and a scruffy beard rode down the alleyway on a bicycle.  The woman beckoned the passerby and without a moment’s hesitation the man came over and hoisted the radio cabinet into the trunk like it was nearly weightless.

  

I suddenly realized that mountain moving faith wasn’t about me making the mountain move but rather about me moving toward the mountain as if it weren’t there and as if it weren’t insurmountable.  It was something like the women who carried spices to the tomb of Jesus even though they knew they weren’t strong enough to roll away the rock.   And so as my son Chris settled into an old Soviet base surrounded by rugged arid mountains in

Afghanistan I prayed this prayer:

 

Prayer:  Father, help me to continue on this difficult life journey as if this mountain I see ahead is no obstacle to Your strength to move it or carry me over it.  

 

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