Frederick Buechner in Listening to Your Life asks, “Such faith as I have, where did it come from and why?”
Growing up, I was sometimes called, “Pollyanna” or “Alice in Wonderland.” Once in awhile, I took it as compliment. Most of the time, it stung like a rebuke for being more dreamer than dishwasher. Which I was. Still am.
Not a virtue among some Norwegians.
Still, the older I get, the more comfortable with being than doing. More at home with mystery, gray areas and my sometimes flimsy faith but still faith.
For some, it’s impossible to believe in Jesus and the resurrection. For me, it’s harder not to believe. Why? I’m not sure, so I’m stuck wondering, “Such faith as I have, where did it come from and why?”
Faith makes no sense in a world where seeing is believing and the material world reigns. And yet, when I read, “I am a helpless hungerer after the marvelous,” Buechner’s describing me.
True faith needs both: washed dishes and dreams. The book of James states the case for faith and work.
But the question remains, “Such faith as I have, where did it come from and why?”
In the meantime I say to myself, “‘Ponder anew what the Almighty can do’ and while you ponder, do the dishes.”
Then I up the ante with,”Remember, there’re more than a few Norwegians keeping watch from their heavenly perch, Pollyanna.”
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