Thursday, March 31, 2016

Help Me Believe

 
Chapter nine of the Gospel of Mark speaks of a father who brought his son to Jesus to be healed. The man makes one of the most honest statements in the whole Bible. Jesus tells this man that “Anything is possible if a person believes.” The father of the boy says, “I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!”

Isn’t that just like us? We believe; and we need help to overcome our unbelief. We trust Jesus; and we need help to overcome our lack of trust. We have simple child-like faith; and we struggle with the complexities of the universe. The mysteries of life, death, healing, sickness, and life beyond this world, impinge upon our simple faith. What we don’t understand gets in the way of what we trust. We want explanations of how things work. We find it hard to simply believe.

Lord, help me believe. I don’t want to miss any miracles. I don’t want to miss your power. Help me believe.

Help Me Believe
(Lyrics and music by Nichole Ellyse Nordeman)

Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine and I believed
When Jesus walked on waters blue
And if He helped me, I could too if I believed

Before rationale, analysis
And systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysteries
Were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies

Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing and I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move
A burning bush that spoke for You was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
Just because You told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognize
That everything uncertain
Is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
And science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen
Help me believe

'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing and I would be free, free, free
Help me believe

When someone else's education
Plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed
If I abandon all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch one of their wings and I would be free
And I would be free and I would be free

Help me believe, help me believe
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Could You, would You show Yourself to me?
Help me believe


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