The Hope On Which Our Faith Rests

Happy Easter, everyone!  He is risen!  The grave is empty.  Death has been defeated.  The curse that led to death has been broken by the new Adam who brings life to all who believe in Him.  This is the hope on which all of our faith rests.  As Paul says in 1 Corinthians 15:14, "And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith."  If Christ had not been raised, our faith would be completely useless.  But because He has been raised, we can have a true hope in redemption that will be worked out in this life and ultimately when we see Him face to face.


The fear of death no longer has power over us.  This is how the world was transformed.  Christians were willing to die instead of rejecting Christ because they trusted that He had been raised and trusted His promise that He was only the first of many who had put their faith in Him.  It's kinda hard to stop someone who whole-heartedly believes that.


Christ died.  Christ is risen.  Christ will come again.  Simple words and so easy to take for granted.  Yet they are the deep foundations of our faith.  God Himself came down as a man, died, was raised to life in the same body that was crucified, and will return.  Simple words, yet altogether life altering when we realize just what they mean and choose to believe them.

Childlike Faith

Today I spent a portion of my drive listening to children's music on a Christian radio station.  It reminded me of the songs we sing at Royal Family Kids Camp.  In fact, one of the songs was one that we sung at Camp 2 years ago!  Sometimes there are some pretty cheesy songs thrown in; they are for kids after all.  But there are a lot of songs that do a lot for my faith.  They're songs about the simple, yet core concepts of the Christian  faith.

"Jesus loves me, this I know.  For the Bible tells me so.  Little ones to Him belong, they are weak, but He is strong."

"Faith to see beyond what I can see.  Faith to know that You will do great things.  I will trust You, Lord; I'll always believe, as I hold on to my faith, Jesus, You are holding on to me."

"He knows my name.  He knows my every thought.  He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call."

I heard one today that I couldn't find the lyrics to, but it had a line about imagining where we would go if we would follow where He leads.

These songs are so simple, yet so profound.  Yet so often we take the profound for granted because of the simplicity.  I think adults need to internalize these simple truths just as much as children do.  We need to hear them often.  They're comforting.  Some express joy and some express sorrow.  All express the truth that God is with us and for us.  There's a sense of awe towards God.  There's  a sense of childlike faith- a very simple trust in a good God who looks after us.  

The sad thing is, so many of us grow out of that childlike faith.  Those who weren't raised in the church may not even get the chance to experience it.  While our faith should definitely mature, there's a childlike faith that we are meant to hold onto.  Jesus spoke of it Himself.  These songs present the basics of our faith.  If we believe them and accept them with the childlike faith that God is good, He is with us, He is for us, etc., I think it would drastically change the way we live out our faith.  But what are the implications for our faith if we neglect these basic foundations of it?

One of the gifts I've received as a volunteer at RFKC is the gift of childlike faith.  Each year, it develops a little more, especially with the songs.  The kids at this camp are all in foster care, which means that they've all experienced some sort of trauma.  How can we ask kids to put their faith in words like these if we can't?  Does my life show that I believe these words?  Is my life changed because of that?  My prayer for all the kids at camp is that theirs would be.  And I pray that ours would be as well.  These aren't meant to be just songs.  They carry truths that should shape our view of God and the world- not just truths we confess, but truths that we live out.  RFKC pushes me to do my best to live those truths out before those kids for the week that I am with them.  To show them that God is all of the things the songs claim He is instead of just telling them.  Their lives are filled with crushed hopes. I want them to know that when they put their hope in Jesus Christ, they are putting their hope in something real.  In the one person who will never fail them.  And I want to do the same.  My faith becomes more tangible to me.  My faith matures as I learn to practice childlike faith.  But sometimes maturing in faith means growing into childlike faith instead of growing out of it.

One of the most beautiful things about camp is witnessing the faith of the children.  It's such a glimpse of Heaven!  There's just something about childlike faith that makes me yearn for it even more...

Broken

One of the most powerful communion experiences I've ever had was one Sunday morning during the months before my trip to Niger in 2012.  A song about following Jesus had been song either before or during communion.  Fancy that, a song about following Jesus being sung at church.  Who would have thought?  Anyways, something struck me that morning that going on this trip would mean that I would need to be willing to possibly follow Jesus in having my body broken for the sake of the Gospel.  Not necessarily to the point of death, but nonetheless, this trip would mean subjecting my body to a vaccine that had the potential to be fatal and subjecting it to the possibility of diseases such as malaria.  This moment happened shortly before I received the yellow fever vaccine, the one that can potentially be fatal, and at the very least, typically causes a lot of pain.  It was a moment of surrender.  Of mentally offering my body as a living sacrifice before I was asked to physically do so.  A moment of counting the costs and accepting them.  A moment of choosing to follow Jesus even when it meant my body might be broken, all the while remembering the way that His was broken for me so that I might believe and be saved.  Was I willing to offer mine to whatever might happen on this trip in the hopes that others might believe and be saved because Christ had done the same for me?  I was.  Communion that day felt like my acceptance of that.


I ended up not even experiencing any pain from the yellow fever vaccine.  I was spared from all of the ill effects that came with that.  However, I was not spared from malaria, though I only suffered a minor case thanks to the fact that God had a plan in place that was better than any human plan could have ever been and I was able to start treatment within 7 hours of the symptoms starting.  As afraid as I had been of malaria, I didn't feel any of that fear when I actually had it.  All I felt was a peace that surpassed understanding.  I knew it was a risk, but because I entered that risk knowing that I was following God, I felt Him very near to me when the symptoms hit.  I wouldn't trade the moments I had with God at that time for anything; they are some of the most precious I've ever experienced.


Fast forward to communion on Ash Wednesday 2015.  A time to remember God's body being broken for us.  The communion I just mentioned flashed through my memory.  But this time, so did the image of 21 bodies that were recently broken for the sake of the Gospel- the 21 Christians that were recently killed by ISIS.  Thoughts of all the bodies broken for the sake of the Gospel in the middle east and in other countries such as Burma, China, and North Korea just to name a few.  I've read that Christian persecution is at an all time high.


During worship, Romans 12:1 was shown on the screen.  "Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship."  Although we may not all be called to literally offer our bodies as a sacrifice to be broken perhaps unto death, but Paul certainly meant for us to be willing to go that far.  He was.  Many brothers and sisters today all over the world are doing so. 


The question that remains in my mind is  is, what am I going to do with a faith so precious that the body of the One and Only Most High was broken for it?  That countless others have given their bodies to be broken for?


This is how I want to respond: "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,  fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." (Hebrews 12:1-3)


Ours is a faith that's worth giving everything for, because our God already gave everything for us.  We are promised that he who loses His life shall find it.  We are told that the death of God's saints is precious in His sight.  We are given the hope that not only was Christ's body broken, but it was raised back to life and can no longer be broken and that the same will someday be true for us.  There is a battle being fought that will leave us broken, but as Easter reminds us, Christ took on our brokeness in order to make us whole.  It is this hope that allows us to endure temporary brokeness and perservere while we wait to be made whole with Him.