What if faith is not based on the strength of your belief, but in The One who gave you that faith?
What if faith is not based on the amount you know, but in The One who knows you?
What if faith that is even feeble weak dried up half-steps towards Him is just enough for the next step?
What if faith is not measured in religious metrics like Bible-reading and church attendance and prayer time and loud singing, but in your messy love for Him and the people He has made?
What if faith was not about the mountains you could shake, but about the Son who climbed a hill with a cross to save you?
What if faith was preached in the pulpit not as a critical barometer of your works, but as the source we draw from for the work itself?
What if faith is just dang difficult, and God knew that, so He sent His Son who welcomed all doubts, questions, and confusion, and became the answer on a cross?
Originally posted here on my Tumblr.