Faith

How silly it is.

It’s amazing how much faith I have.

It’s amazing how little faith I have.

I stepped onto this plane without a doubt in my mind.

What massive amounts of faith that takes.

I trusted the aircraft, that it was of good construction, the pilot, that he would take us to the final destination.

I didn’t think twice about my safety, not thinking of crashes or what any of those strangers could do to me.

I put trust in the stewardess, that the food she put down wasn’t poisoned, I trusted the seat would hold me without hesitation.

I trusted the light would come on when I flipped it, that this pen would work when I clicked it.

I had faith that someone would be there to pick me up, had faith that my luggage wouldn’t get stuck.

I trusted the airline to have the right cabin pressure, that the outside pressure wouldn’t crush or rip apart this bird and everything in her.

I had faith the toilet would flush, that the sink would turn on and clean water would gush.

I had faith the books I were reading were true, not full of lies, that when I put my glasses on they would correct my bad eyes.

I had faith there’d be enough oxygen when I breathe, and the amazing thing is all that’s done intrinsically.

Not a conscious thought given, its become second nature.

Why do I have faith in these things when I have no reason to believe?

The plane could go down, the pilot get lost, never to be found.

I could die right now, the strangers harm me (and who knows how).

The stewardess could be careless and the food make me sick, the seat could break or the seat belt never click.

The light could be broken, the pen broken, too. I could be left stranded without luggage or a clue what to do.

I could be suffocated on the inside, or crushed from without, the toilet work in reverse or water refuse to come from the spout.

The authors could be liars and my glasses break, I could be slowly dying with each breath that I take.

The funny thing is that list could go on forever, but the reality is those thoughts never entered.

Maybe for a moment, but my faith quickly pushed them away. What strong faith, wouldn’t you say?

No, that’s just silly, that doesn’t take faith. But I’m beginning to think it does, and a faith so great.

My question is simply a recent thought, why can I trust in those things yet doubt the reality of God?