Noah’s ark, Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest via Wikimedia Commons
I believe, although everything hides you from my faith.
I believe, although everything shouts No! to me . . .
I believe, although everything may seem to die.
I believe, although I no longer would wish to live,
because I have founded my life
on a sincere word,
on the word of a Friend,
on the word of God.
I believe, although I feel alone in pain.
I believe, although I see people hating.
I believe, although I see children weep,
because I have learned with certainty
that he comes to meet us
in the hardest hours,
with his love and his light.
I believe, but increase my faith.
Brazilian prayer, Livro de Cantos
And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. By faith Noah, being warned by God concerning events as yet unseen, in reverent fear constructed an ark for the saving of his household. By this he condemned the world and became an heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.
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The ability to believe seems to be this unique and mysterious blend of God’s grace and the human will to choose.
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