Daily Archives: July 21, 2010
Extreme Faith
In this day and age when many young people are investing their money, time and energy in extreme sports like rock climbing and bungee jumping, extreme faith unfortunately is not something that have commanded the same kind of enthusiasm. When I read the devotion this morning, the one word I could think of to describe this “step three “faith, is the word extreme. it is when we find ourselves dangling from one end of the rope with nothing above us, nor below us.
The purpose of any extreme sports, as I see it, is to live for a moment of excitement or euphoria. Just like any addictions, after one heightened experience you will long and live for the next moment. What I understand extreme faith is living beyond the moment, it is something to be developed throughout a life time of experiences. It is at a point when man and woman realize there is something deeper to faith than they had imagined. It is just like Moses, after 80 years of life realized that it was no longer about him and what he had planned. The moment his extreme faith started to develop was when he began to listen to God, recognized he must do things on God’s term and not his.
What is extreme faith? I like the illustration Gordon Macdonald used in his book of the same title. It is like what the Seafaring Irish monks of the 17th and 18th century did when they climbed into boats and let God guide them with the current. That is extreme faith.
Is it when all is calm,
When waves the victor’s palm,
And life is one glad psalm
Of joy and praise?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when the waves beat high,
When storm clouds fill
And prayer is one long cry,
O help and save!
Is it when friends are true?
Is it when comforts woo,
And in all we say and do
We meet but praise?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when we stand alone,
And summer birds have flown,
And every prop is gone,
All else but God.
Is it some future day,
When you have tried your way,
And learned to trust and pray
By bitter woe?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is in this moment’s need,
Poor, broken, bruised reed!
Poor, troubled soul, make speed
To trust thy God.
Is it when hopes beat high,
When sunshine gilds the sky,
And joy and ecstasy
Fill all the heart?
Nay! but the time to trust
Is when our joy is fled,
When sorrow bows the head,
And all is cold and dead,
All else but God.