This butterfly caught my eye as I was walking and I wondered if I could get close enough to take a picture.
It turned out to be exceedingly easy. The little guy made no move to fly out of my shot - it didn’t even flutter a wing to make it difficult for my camera to focus.
It was easy because the butterfly was dead. It looked good, it made a great model, but there was no life in it.
Our faith is like this sometimes - it can look great when it’s really dead.
It is faith that saves us, not works, but real faith moves. It is alive. It flutters wings, it soars above the grass, it is hard to catch in a frame.
It isn’t always easy or smooth or pretty.
So if it feels easy, I’m not afraid or ashamed to check my pulse.
Am I wading through rough waters, going into messy places, reaching out to messy people?
Lord give me a faith that breathes - give me a faith that flies.
”But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man observing his natural face in a mirror; for he observes himself, goes away, and immediately forgets what kind of man he was. But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does.”
- James 1:22-25