Faith works best in those divinely orchestrated instances in which we are delicately poised between a slim chance and bright hope. The type of “bright hope” of which I speak is rooted in biblical promise revealed by the Spirit, not the flimsy class of hope that is mere desire, optimism or desperation. So I begin this day mulling over God breathed words and listening to the indwelling voice of the Comforter, Counselor, Convicter and Convincer. Lord, I am listening.
John Bunyan’s “The Pilgrim's Progress from This World, to That Which Is to Come” is an allegory written while he was imprisoned for his Christian beliefs. Until we reach the Golden Gates of Heaven we must progress in our walk of faith here on earth. Each time I think I understand God’s ways and means He turns the diamond and new facets of His splendor emerge. For the true believer there is no spiking the ball in the end zone on this side of Glory; there is no settling down where we are in this life. Not only am I tolerant of this constantly changing status, I am genuinely thankful for it. I am being pulled toward eternal purpose that I cannot fathom but I instinctively know awaits me. So I’ll keep my shoes on until it’s over. Lord, though I struggle in Your arms, You never let me go. Keep me moving toward Your perfect will. Help me never miss a turn or stop unnecessarily. Keep me progressing toward Your perfect will.