“I’m not religious, but spiritual.” has become a mantra some Christians use in efforts to equate themselves with others; attempt to seem approachable even with God by their sides. Silly notion, I used this phrase once or twice myself. Wouldn’t it be best, though, if we chose to live by faith alone? One definition of faith is belief in the unproven. That’s what has gotten me through life…
Since 2013, my home may as well have been my knees. Drew was discharged from the Navy in Norfolk, Virginia. We both sought work to no avail. No job, no home of our own. We had people — we always have people. Loved ones willing to go as far as they’re able to help keep our heads above water. Friends and family who sacrificed.
A friend recently moved to D.C. As she and her husband arrived at their new home on a Naval base, her car quit. They unloaded it and worked together trying to push it up and down the hills on post. They passed total strangers, military service members doing physical training. These men got behind the vehicle and continued jogging as they pushed the car as far as each could go. Where one group quit and turned down a street, another took over down the road. This is an adequate portrayal of how life should be — we go through moments of pushing burdens uphill. Whether our pilot is a deity or a significant other, trust is still involved. Though my friends had faith they would make it home alright without running over one another or taking a wrong turn, they still needed help to push them through some of the more challenging parts.
Life by faith is no free ride. In fact, if anything, embracing such a life is harder work than I’ve ever imagined. But times are tough, pride comes before a fall. So if you feel like floating wreckage… paddle to a ship. They may refuse you, but you’ll never regret your efforts. If you are a ship, know that tomorrow, the broken dinghy in need of lifelines could be you. Reach out. Little is much; giving of ourselves is merciful blessing.