Narrative †My Foolish Faith :: Personal Narrative Essays

Narrative My Foolish confidenceLife without believe in a dull, frustrating world congeals the throw of human existence...almost. To some, born-lived-died is more than the plot of too m each bad novels it dooms them, chaining their lives to a Maslowian fate. Others drown the raw truth in unrelenting labor, raucous revelry, light spring breezes, cigarettes at noontime, or the bottle. Yet some befall hope in this droll, frustrating world, but they exit non keep back and cannot be sure of that hope. Or can they? one time I could not find hope. I still cant. Thats why I leaped for joy when it found me instead. Somehow, by the Grace of God, I find myself with the only, single true hope, a lopsided faith, a belief I cannot prove with mortal things, a give-and-take that turns a hopeless, droll, frustrating world into a beautiful, hopeful, droll, frustrating world where smallest intricacies and biggest setbacks fiddle joy alike.Did I say my faith makes no sense? I was right. No sa ne individual in his wrong mind would agree to a divine Creator, Revealer, Saviour, Lord, and Friend. Unfortunately, human depravity ensures sane human wrong-mindedness.Once one obtains this hope, the difficulty of Christianity shifts from the foolishness of believing myths to the stupidity of doing what they say. This is my challenge, for God has revealed His will plainly and has promised to help His adopted children understand His Word, the Bible. Once a person agrees to accept the entire Bible as God presents it in the Bible, the rivulet of faith (or mere hope) comes. A mere hoper wont bother (or dare) to keep incisively what God says a person with true faith will not only try but succeed when he does.Because I tolerate faith in Christ, have escaped the corruption that is in the world, am a partaker of the Divine Nature, and have received many neat and precious promises from God Himself, my goal in manners is to be sprightly in my service of righteousness to God. The socie ty we live in, like any that has seen the noonday sun since the day God spoke it into existence, is utterly depraved, and I am too. It is God himself in my life who works anything in my life that may seem to be faith, virtue, knowledge, self-control, patience, godliness, brotherly kindness, and charity. Yet there is a war in my life, a war I am truly grateful for yet very weary of.