Faith is not knowledge!

Faith is not the human act of merely consenting to theological knowldge but it is the divine act of submitting both our Intellect and Will to God's revelation. If the Intellect alone is employed, knowledge remains simply as true and good life-giving information. It does not transform our life nor does it give life. Faith without action is dead. Jam 2:26 Will is the faculty of the soul which seeks to love that which is known. And 'loving' is not simply liking the information but the act of becoming what we have come to know. In other words loving is to freely act upon the information in such a way that knowledge becomes a living experience. If I come to know that in order to sustain my life I must drink water and if I do not act on this information and drink water, this knowledge does not do me any good.  In order for my faith to be active and alive, my Will has to be in harmony with the Intellect. It also means both my Intellect and Will should be surrendered to God. The di

Week as grass!

Never have I really prayed for protection against evil. My logic has been that "asking the father, over and over, "to protect me", showed my lack of trust in Him. And assumed that being a child of God, His hands ought to be over me". I claimed to be close to Christ and boasted nothing would harm me. I now realize, I was proud and  was arrogant.

Struggling through the trials, I humbly realize that evil one can have a go at me. Not because my God is week but because I'm far from being a perfect child yet. My pride held me at a pedestal and expected the sovereign God to protect me. Alas! how arrogant and proud I was.

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the desert to be tempted by the devil. [Mathew 4:1]

"And the Lord said: Simon, Simon, behold Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:" [Luke 22:31]

Satan was allowed to test Jesus the son of God. Apostle Peter too was sifted like wheat. No saints are an exception to this. But at the end, victorious is the one who chooses the way of the Lord and abides uncompromisingly in Truth.

I'm week as grass. I sway like a reed in the wind. I'm less than perfect. I'm a sinful; I grieve my father when I "compromise". I'm not valiant enough to "reject" the craving within - for pleasure. I put "myself" before the Lord. Sinful thoughts still have a place within me, I secretly cherish them.

Lord, how of little depth is my love for you. Yet You did not abandon me nor did You let the evil one destroy my soul. Pour thy precious blood upon my week self. Help me hate sin and reject the deceiving schemes of Satan. Help me consciously choose You over routine and mediocrity.


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