The Gift of Faith
"...I am the light of the world; he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." -John 8:12
A couple months ago, there was a bit of buzz when a preacher said on television that Momons weren't Christian. This isn't the first time I've heard this, of course. But, today, in church, as we sang Christmas hymns, I wondered again-why? It doesn't offend me. It comes from misunderstanding and maybe fear of the unknown. It does, however, hurt my feelings.
I believe in Christ. I believe that He was born in humble circumstances. That he lived a perfect life. I believe that He atoned for my sins and died on the cross. I believe that He rose on the third day, making it possible for all of us to, someday, do the same.
I have pictures of the Savior in almost every room in my home. On Sundays, I teach the 11 year-old kids. This year, we are studying the New Testament, and while I'm not a scriptorian, and in many cases am learning along with the kids, I believe it is true.
I believe that we are all brothers and sisters and that no matter what our religion, belief is a good thing. Whether your god is Allah or Buddha or Elohim, faith in a higher power gives us strength and focus. Scriptures provide guidance in a world, where, let's face it, we need guidance. Wisdom can come from many sources, the important thing is to pay attention to it and use it to make ourselves better.
Faith is a gift. It is one I am daily trying to bestow on my children. It is my lifeline in times of trouble. It is the light that beckons us to keep moving forward, keep doing good, and never give up.