AUGUST 1
Faith is a way of waiting—never quite knowing, never quite
hearing or seeing, because in the darkness we are all but a
little lost. There is doubt hard on the heels of every belief,
fear hard on the heels of every hope.
—FREDERICK BUECHNERWe recognize ourselves here—“all but a little lost.” Because
we can never really be sure for long that the particulars of
our faith, our hope, are what we would like to believe they
are. But not quite lost, either. Because as sunshine follows
rain follows sunshine, faith, as it waits, moves from confid-
ence into doubt into confidence again. So, in a comforting
solidarity with the rest of the waiting faithful, we make our
conjectures, hope our hopes.
And every once in a while some minor miracle of insight
and confidence, some serendipity with no explanation other
than grace, renews us, and we are willing to relinquish our
need to know the details. Instead, we trust that all shall be
well.
I will wait in faith, trusting that One I cannot know, knows and
cares for me.