Narrative †My Foolish Faith :: Personal Narrative Essays

Narrative My anomalous FaithLife without hope in a dull, frustrating graciouskind congeals the stuff of human existence...almost. To some, born-lived-died is more than the plot of too numerous worse novels it dooms them, chaining their lives to a Maslowian fate. Others drown the raw truth in unrelenting labor, clamorous revelry, sunlit spring breezes, cigarettes at noontime, or the bottle. Yet some hap hope in this droll, frustrating public, but they volition not chord and cannot be sure of that hope. Or can they?Once I could not find hope. I still cant. Thats why I leaped for joy when it put me instead. Somehow, by the Grace of divinity fudge, I find myself with the only, single true hope, a nonsensical faith, a belief I cannot prove with mortal things, a book that turns a hopeless, droll, frustrating world into a beautiful, hopeful, droll, frustrating world where smallest intricacies and biggest setbacks bring joy a interchangeable.Did I say my faith makes no experien ce? I was right. No sane person in his wrong sound judgment would agree to a divine Creator, Revealer, Saviour, Lord, and Friend. Unfortunately, human depravity ensures sane human wrong-mindedness.Once one obtains this hope, the difficulty of Christianity shifts from the foolishness of believing myths to the stupidity of doing what they say. This is my challenge, for God has revealed His will plainly and has promised to help His adopted children understand His Word, the Bible. Once a person agrees to accept the entire Bible as God presents it in the Bible, the test of faith (or mere hope) comes. A mere hoper wont bother (or dare) to upkeep exactly what God says a person with true faith will not only try but succeed when he does.Because I have faith in Christ, have escaped the corruption that is in the world, am a partaker of the Divine Nature, and have received many great and precious promises from God Himself, my goal in life is to be diligent in my service of righteousness to Go d. The society we live in, like any that has seen the noonday sun since the day God spoke it into existence, is perfectly depraved, and I am too. It is God himself in my life who works anything in my life that may seem to be faith, virtue, knowledge, self-control, patience, godliness, brotherly kindness, and charity. Yet thither is a war in my life, a war I am very grateful for yet very weary of.