Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! It’s Friday!
Do you ever have one of those weeks where you are counting down to Friday, the second it becomes Monday? Because this week was one of those weeks in Casa Bohnslav. I was beginning to think that we were over the plague – yet apparently my kids are doomed to be sick FOR.EVER!
Last night was the first time I had my hair done since Evelyn was about 6 weeks old. It was so relaxing – then I went home. Not long after Theo began puking everywhere. Ha, bet you didn’t think you were going to get that kind of update during the FFS post. Just keepin’ it real y’all!
Once he was all cleaned up and in bed, Sebastian decided to join the puke fest. That was fun. Clearly EM and I didn’t get much sleep and today dealing with two sick toddlers and an infant was no walk in the park. Needless to say, I needed some extra time with Jesus.
So let’s dive in to week 2 …
The next day he decided to go to Galilee, and he found Philip. And Jesus said to him, “Follow me”. Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the town of Andrew and Peter. Philip found Nathanael and told him, “We have found the one about whom Moses wrote in the law, and also the prophets, Jesus, son of Joseph, from Nazareth.” But Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come from Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and said of him, “Here is a true Israelite. There is no duplicity in him.” Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered and said to him, “Before Philip called you, I saw you under the fig tree.” Nathanael answered him, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the King of Israel.” Jesus answered and said to him, “Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than this.” And he said to him, “Amen, amen, I say to you, you will see the sky opened and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man.” John 1:43-51
Why do we believe? A question I continue to ask myself upon reading this passage from John.
Why do we believe?
I strangely feel as though I am at a loss for words. I keep wracking my brain to come up with an answer. Yet words fail me. However it is with every fiber of my being that I believe. Not because I was told to. Not because it feels good to believe in something greater. I believe because I KNOW there is a God.
Often times I wonder how much easier it would’ve been to have been one of those early Christians, those first disciples. They truly got to KNOW Jesus. They got to see Him, touch Him, and be in the physical presence of Jesus. Our Lord and Savior. They got to be with God! It’s just mind-blowing! How much easier it would’ve been to believe when you can see first hand.
But then I stop. I realize they too had their challenges. They too had to have faith that He was who He said He was – when many tried to openly deny Him.
So again I ask, why do we believe? And the more I think about it, the more I realize the answer is simple. Because He loves us. One might say, well if God loves us, then why do so many claim to not believe. Because the same way we can choose to love and follow Him, others can choose not to. God gave us free will. Love can only be love if it is freely given.
It is that love that carries us through our darkest moments. It is that love that allows us to hold on when we begin to doubt. It is that love that calls out to us when we are lost.
I truly enjoyed reading everyone’s responses last week and hope more will join us this week. Tell us, how did you feel as you read this? Why do you believe?