Recently I talked at length with a friend who is a believer...but. She just can't quite get over her own self to acceptance. I suspect it's that she is willing to believe, just unwilling to put that belief into action...to walk it. Or maybe it's just that because she cannot believe the vast wonderment of God all the time, she can't believe that she believes.
The great Billy Graham gave me possibly my greatest freedom...the freedom to believe, absolutely believe, in the God of my own understanding in the midst of my own daily doubts.
In an interview with "The Washington Post" some 30, maybe 40, years ago, he was asked if he ever had doubts about the existence of God. And he answered, "Every day."
That to "The Washington Post" and from the Born Again And Still Rising Billy Graham! I became a believer in his sincerity in that moment...not a follower, but a believer.
That backed up the line from somewhere in the Bible that I loved, Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief. I first heard that when I was quite young and was leery of trusting that it meant what I thought it said but was afraid to risk ridicule by asking.
There it is...the proof of the too-scared-to-believe mind. We doubt the Bible's word, but completely believe when it comes from a human's mouth.
That just cracks God up. He laughs...and loves us a tish more. According to me.
Thank you.
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