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.

Comments

  1. JudyDecember 12, 2011 at 8:29 AM

    Nicely said. I'm with you, though. It doesn't really offend me when people say Mormons aren't Christians. I DO, however, sometimes want to say "how stupid can you be?" but I know that wouldn't be very Christlike and very very counterproductive! So, I just try to live my beliefs :)

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  2. TangledLouDecember 12, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    I really appreciate this post. Good for you for living your faith and working to teach your children to do the same.

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  3. Ms BKDecember 13, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    This is a beautiful post. It saddens me when there is an attack on a particular faith or even within a particular faith (such as in fighting within Protestant denominations). I wish the focus could be on just HAVING faith, which there is not enough of in this world.

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  4. Masked MomDecember 13, 2011 at 9:08 PM

    True faith can open hearts and minds. Thanks for sharing yours.

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