“The bed is too short to stretch out, and the shroud is too narrow to
cover oneself.”
Isaiah 28:20 (Common
English Bible)
A bed
that is too short and a blanket that is too narrow are inadequate for restful,
healthy sleep. Both may serve us well as temporary arrangements when nothing
else is available. But in the long-term, either we find an adequate bed along
with a sufficient blanket or we suffer; we will suffer general discomfort in
our rest, experience aches and pains of every sort and possibly move through
the day with sleep-deprivation. Adequate rest requires adequate accommodation.
Just as a short
bed fails to provide for a growing body and a narrow blanket leaves people
shivering in the cold so does a short and narrow faith leave us morally stunted
and shivering with every kind of fear. God desires that we have a bed of faith
on which to stretch a full human life and be warmly wrapped in the mantle of
confidence in the living power of the risen Christ. When we hear of those who
are short on integrity and frightened of every uncertainty it is reasonable to
ask the nature of the faith that is sustaining them.
Many who
self-identify as Christians today live in the danger of believing too little.
They are very uncomfortable on the beds of their faith. Ignoring the inevitable
growing pains of faith, such people do little to nourish personal spiritual
growth. They seek to make do with the cradle of faith provided them by others. The
untroubled sleep of their early years now demands more – a larger bed of faith
and a wider blanket of confidence in God. The faith question presses, will they
pursue a faith-growth plan that furnishes them with the largest and broadest
and strongest thoughts of God that will sustain them as adults or will they continually
seek to squeeze back into the crib in which they were so happy in childhood?
Perhaps there is
nothing more pathetic than to see a Christian, who ought to be flexing an
adult’s faith in the challenges of life, content with a mere child’s share of
understanding of God. Instead of stretching onto an adult sized faith they tuck
themselves into a cradle. Each morning they get up from it lame and aching.
Worse, they are chilled by every blast of unbelief and uncertainty that blows.
Joy,
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