Imagine this.
You are hiking in the White Mountains. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, but evening is coming on. You head home for the day and decide to take a short cut down the mountainside. As you push through the underbrush, sure of your direction, you notice that the air is chilling and the sky is darkening. Suddenly the fog rolls in. Within a matter of minutes, you can barely see your hand in front of your face; the whole mountainside is encased in fog. You realize that you are on bare rock now, and it’s slippery with forming ice. You can tell that you are on the edge of a precipice; you can just barely make out the edge as darkness falls. Now all is black. You are going to freeze to death on this mountainside.
You must do something or die. Perhaps if you hang and drop, you might land on another ledge further down the mountainside, warmer and more sheltered. And so you make that “leap of faith”, hoping for the best.
Now imagine this.
You are in the same situation. Then out of the darkness comes a voice. “You cannot see me, but I know exactly where you are from your voice. I am on another ridge. I have lived in these mountains for many years and I know every foot of them. Ten feet below you, there is a ledge. If you hang and drop, you can make it through the night and I will come and get you in the morning”.
What is the difference?
Faith is not a blind leap in the dark, an existential hope for meaning, based on wishful thinking.
Someone has spoken. His name is God. He brings us into safety through His son Jesus. We come alive in Him, forever, transformed.
His voice leads us through this life to our destiny,
