My faith is…

Sunday, November 6, 2011

My faith is…

         I believe in God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.

And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried. He descended into hell. The third day He rose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven and sits at the right hand of God the Father Almighty. From thence He will come to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Christian Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen.

That is my faith. The Apostles’ Creed.

Maybe it seems like a cop-out that I don’t have anything original to tell you about my faith. In some ways, it is very original. I came upon these beliefs very personally and with great struggle. In another way, the beauty of it is that it’s not original—it is a rather common articulation of what the Church has believed for some time now.

I like what G.K. Chesterton said about Christianity, though: “I will not call it my philosophy; for I did not make it. God and humanity made it; and it made me.” Every day, it seems, I find myself asking whether I truly believe one point or another of this Creed. Every day, it refines me. Every day, it challenges how I live.

Faith isn’t just about the things you say you believe. It’s not about having some club where you feel you belong. And it’s certainly not about being “better” than the person next to you. Faith is about the very character of God. It’s about being persuaded that His testimony, His promise, His word is true. And if it is true, it ought to guard the way you live and speak and act; it ought to fill your heart with expectation of a Savior who will one day return; it ought to at least give you goose pimples when you whisper “and the life everlasting.”

That is my faith.

All my love,

Aunt Sarah