Kneecappings are for experts since the torso is still the largest target possible. We’re speaking carnal, of course, and faith is not in that reality.
The soul has mind, will, and emotions. The spirit has faith, hope, and love. The mind speculates and figures out; the spirit of faith believes and speaks. Mental assent is not faith. The will is volition and decision; hope is sure, joyous, confident expectation. Destiny is not a decision, it is a discovery. Emotions are fleeting and temporal; love is permanent and eternal. You don’t fall out of love; truth is, there was never love in the first place! It was but a sense of attraction (fatal, if ever; false, whenever; fleeting, whatever!) that can fade or be transferred to another sensual object; it was but a palpitation of the four-chambered organ that ceases to throb at a heartbeat. A love affair is a seen reality that has an end. Love is an unseen reality that has no beginning and has no end. GOD is Love. GOD is Eternal. Love is eternal. GOD never fails. Love never fails. Love affairs come and go; GOD’s love is consistently constant.
1 Corinthians 13:13 “And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.”
Faith abides (remains, indwells, lasts, continues, and endures) forever. There is no end to faith. Man is prone to be at his wit’s end whenever there seemingly is no resolution in sight; although any problem cannot be considered as such if it does not have a solution. (There is of course the ingenious math problem foisted by a haughty professor on unsuspecting, not-so-genius students!) The finite brain cannot contain faith. Reason is not in the same realm as faith.
Faith sees. Faith acts. Manifestations don’t lie. If there is no manifestation of what is believed and spoken, faith is conspicuously absent. The essence of the fight of faith is hanging on to the confession until the desired result shows up. The initial declaration must be celebrated as though the answer had already been received and not forthcoming yet; subsequent affirmations confirm what has been believed and spoken, not doubting in unbelief because the manifestation is not yet.
Jesus pointed out faith as a servant in healing the Centurion’s servant. He sent faith as his servant to the nobleman’s son sick at Capernaum while the father implored him to come all the way from Cana. The nobleman returned to learn his son got well at exactly the same time Jesus pronounced healing in Cana, a day’s journey away. He sent the Syrophoenician woman home believing her daughter had been set free from the demon vexing her that very same hour.
My two-year old son got hit with meningitis of the brain. He would go into seizures that needed three nurses to pull him down. We spoke faith for the right physician. His pediatrician was not available so they called in a neuro doctor. He immediately prescribed very strong doses of morphine to calm down our baby. Even the hospital pharmacy did not have such meds on stock for they were rare. Again, we spoke faith as we scoured drugstores and finally found one in a pharmacy that was open 24 hours. We rushed back to the hospital so relieved that our boy was still surviving. The powerful dosage was administered.
The doctor however admitted that the hospital close to our home was inadequate for the tests he needed to make and recommended transfer to a hospital two cities away. The ambulance conveyed us deep in the night to the other hospital. When the doctor came to visit he found out that this hospital also did not carry the equipment for the procedure. He recommended another one in the next city. This time our faith had grown stronger that all will be fine. We stood pat; we’re not moving him any longer.
The following day the doctor brought in another doctor who wanted to do a spinal tap to extract fluid from our baby’s back. While pondering on the decision, my wife revealed to me that even before we left the first hospital while she was praying light shone from the hospital window and lighted upon our child. She was convinced our son had been healed. I was out looking for more medicine at that time. She continued her story that after that sign, our son excreted such foul feces the even the nurses could not stand it. She was left alone to clean the mess. We politely said ‘no’ to the doctors and asked to be returned to the first hospital. We did not even use an ambulance back just a friend’s car. In a week’s time we were back home.
A month or two later, my brother-in-law called because one of his parishioner’s son also got hit with brain meningitis. The boy was five-years-old. We immediately referred the neuro doctor to them. Later when we checked on the boy, we were told he expired. We asked the doctor how that could have happened while our boy got well. He pointed to my wife and said, “She was the key to the healing. She never gave up.”
Our boy is now in a seminary pursuing a career in ministry. Faith worked. Faith manifested. When we called out to God in faith in the Name of Jesus, faith came and brought in exactly what was called for. My wife, particularly, fought the good fight of faith and triumphed. Glory to God!
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