There’s a difference between faith and optimism.
Optimism is merely hopeful.
Faith is grounded, calm, and solid.
Optimism wistfully says “Maybe.”
Faith says, “Okay, I’ll build an ark.” “Okay, I’ll lead people out of slavery.” “Okay, I won’t bow down to that thing everyone else is worshipping–even though they will kill me for my civil disobedience.” “Okay, but even if I die, I will still serve You.”
Faith survives the lies of frenemies, the teeth of lions, the fury of flames, the edge of the sword, the weaknesses of humanity, the strategies of armies, the downfall of empires, the unmitigated hatred of a mocking mouth, the scourge of beatings, the lows of failure, the highs of success, the flux of schedules, the duress of persecution, and the finality of death.
I have meditated on and weighed these two concepts, and I have read my history books.
This is my verdict:
If it’s something you can peacefully pillow your head on in your dying hour, it’s something I want. That is all.
Meditation inspired by Hebrews 11 and those who have challenged me in The Start Experiment.