It’s so intangible. Faith is I mean. Ambivalent. Silent. Daunting. Nonsensical. Weird. Impractical. When you are going through the thick of it and someone pulls the “faith card,” it can seem and even sound really cheap. It’s like the adult voices in the old Charlie Brown cartoons that you could never understand, ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, “have faith,” blah blah blah.’
It’s especially all those things when someone outside of your “dark cloud” jumps into your ring of fire to help ease your travail and says, “just have faith.” That’s the moment for me when I feel that heavy disconnect, when that heavy wave of impracticality hits me as I sit in my own private, dark writhing. Faith? When actually what feels way more real, almost oddly comforting is that dark alley I’m walking through. Not that it’s enjoyable by any means or that the better choice is to stay in the struggle or “the thing” whatever it is, but that tough place at least feels real. In a weird way it makes sense. Its what is as opposed to what might be or could be or should be. It’s not a matter of not wanting to leave the funk and the hurt, but the seemingly unrealistic task of putting faith in its place is a tough pill to swallow; it’s almost impossible. To take on the role of faith is really difficult because it asks you to suspend what you feel and what you see right before you and call on Something that doesn’t reach our sight, taste, touch, smell, or hearing. And yet oddly, there is an appeal to us, all of us, somewhere in the corner of our being where we are attracted to this idea of faith to at least some degree, whether scorn or curiosity. What is real however, are the circumstance(s) that bear down like a freight train, and that usually overtakes the faith component.
I suppose what’s worse yet is someone way on the outside (perhaps even me as I write this blog) or a person of faith who puts out the “just have faith” line when you’re about to go through that place again for the “umpteenth” time. Maybe you know this place intimately, every corner, every turn, every whisper. You know what’s headed your way. You know it like an old, angry, bitter friend. This cold, long, dark, damp alley has become more familiar than the well lit streets of Main and Main. For example, it’s my buddy who’s wife was just diagnosed with cancer, the wife who just lost her 34 year old husband to a rare heart infection, the parent who lost their child after only 4 months of living, the son who can’t reconcile his parents divorce, or the wife who’s husband just left her. These places are real, and they are dark. Is this where you are supposed to find faith or just have it like you might a ham sandwich?
This alley, whether it is familiar or the first time you walked it, is the place where faith becomes an even more distant, far off pit in our head because of the immediate experience and its weight. Faith on a good day is tough, but put it in the middle of “hurt and confusion” and it almost vanishes. It’s also though not as simple as we just don’t believe. The experience makes it difficult to even just breathe let alone “just believe.” The situation causes us to live differently on a rough grid and to throw in the intangible realm of faith can sometimes just be impossible.
I think there are several common notions of it, faith I mean; 1) Some people loosely linger there because its convenient and perhaps comfortable. Its like a warm cabin in the mountains during a snowstorm with the fire place glowing its burning embers. 2)For many, faith makes no sense, but none-the-less they take it on for a moment as a place to go for reprieve, like a respite, like an oasis in the desert. It’s a thought, an escape. 3)And yet there are others that think that faith is always a wasteland, a dry desert with an occasional rain, but nothing worth building a house on.
What do you do? Maybe you go to “faith” for a quick bit to escape the damp, cold pain or lift your head from the questions of life that just don’t make sense. Perhaps you treat it like a trip to Oz – a make believe place to bring things back to perspective, and then you wake up with a new and better angle to tackle reality.
But really, “have faith?” It sounds like you can it pick of the shelf on aisle 9 at Wal Mart for dirt cheap. It seems like such a lame charge. Empty. Hollow. A puff of nonsense when held up against the pain of your situation and circumstance. Is it that there is nothing else to say? Is there nothing else that can summon us from our barrenness? Or … is it actually the best thing to say in that it charges you to a new place of unique surrender? You see pain is paralyzing. I get that. I know that place and pain to a degree. It’s a powerful place. It’s consuming. It is very rich and thick. It has the power to steal your attention, your headspace, your soul, your wit, and your focus. It forces you into a corner because by its very merit it is a tangible piece with teeth, and we all understand it in our lives to some degree and at some point. It forces your hand and beckons the pain intellectually and spiritually to forefront to dominate your mind-set, your thoughts, your feelings. So, perhaps putting it out there to “have faith” is the charge that is demanded by design. Being in the pain, whether familiar like that old, bitter, angry friend or unfamiliar and new and raw, drawing on the power of faith is to put ourselves before the Maker and realize that no matter how hard we “will” ourselves from that place, or try to press through the pain by individual prowess, or simply fall deep and get lost in the cavernous ruts of anguish, the only thing at the end of the day that really has any merit, any vision, any, dare I say “hope” to provide a sense of Otherness to rescue us from despair is Faith. The charge may sound trite and the call for many may wreak of religiosity, but I believe that it is a climb like that of Mt. Everest. It is not for the simple, the faint, the weak, the slow, the weary. It is the place where we are made.
So when the pain, isolation, drought, and darkness of situations and circumstance beckons you to hold fast and firm to what hurts because its real, it makes sense, and its right in front of you, maybe then is the perfect time to reach out to what doesn’t make sense, and what doesn’t seem real. Maybe right there and then we are to explore the possibility of the Unknown and the Unseen. Maybe, in a weird kind of twisted way, this place of pain, this address is where we are to examine if we have a design, wrestle with our purpose and if we have one, or even if there is an intent on the lives that we live. Perhaps the just “have faith” in its simplistic, seemingly elementary form that has truly become a cliche, is really a very pure call and hearty challenge to stretch ourselves forward, our minds out, and our hearts to a place that could not have been explored if not for pain. Perhaps, to “have faith” is the path, the climb that leads us to uncover what we all deep down inside really fear so that we can explore the realm of what could be and should be. Maybe to explore the faith through the pain is the vehicle that is supposed to make us really see….