Last Sunday we continued our series of services where we’re exploring different aspects of what it means to worship and be part of a church- we also welcomed a lovely little girl into our church family at a baptism along with many of her family and friends who came to join in. The service contained probably more chaos and screaming than most, and at times felt close to the edge, but there was a lot of realistic honesty going on!
In the midst of it all, I was speaking about what it means to believe, based on the account in Mark’s Gospel of a father who seeks healing for his son, which you can find in Mark 9.17-24. Here’s my script, but for what I actually said, you’ll need, as always, to listen to the podcast…
Wouldn’t we all like to know for sure? About, everything… I’d like to know that my cooking will turn out tasty, I’d like to know that my gardening efforts will come to fruit- literally… I’d like to know that my kids will turn out alright, that my parents will stay well… I’d like to know. But we don’t. And yet, we cook food and eat it, we plant seed and water the soil, we parent, we let our own parents off the leash… (bag with cookery book, potato, photo of Sam, climbing shoes, battery, phone).
This week, we’re continuing our series of summer services exploring the different parts of our worship, and today we’re thinking about what it means to believe. Each week, in one way or another, we say ‘we believe’- some Sundays its in the words of a prayer called the Nicene Creed- written by Christians who met in Nicaea, in Turkey, almost 1700yrs ago; other weeks we use different prayers taken from the Bible, or we use a form of question and answer- the service leader asks a series of questions, and we reply ‘I believe and trust in him’…
In life we want to know what lies ahead, but actually we’re used to not knowing for sure- we’re used to living with a bit of uncertainty and a bit of faith… Every one of us, I guarantee you, has some faith. If you’ve sat down on a chair, driven in a car, switched on a light, cooked to a recipe or sent a text message, then you have faith. If you have ever flown in a plane, been a passenger on a train or a boat, then you’ve had faith in someone you have never met and probably never seen… Some of us take this further than others- jumping out of a perfectly good plane, diving off a bridge, walking off a cliff- trusting in someone else’s ability to pack a parachute, sort a bungee or arrange an abseil. With all of these things we are used to believing and trusting. And in each one of them we don’t just believe with our heads- knowing the facts, that someone else just did it fine, that it worked last time etc, we trust with our hearts, our feet- we do something. We don’t only abseil with our heads; we don’t only put one foot onto the train- we do it completely, or not at all. We’re at liberty to make that decision- the train, boat, plane will go without us, we don’t have to follow a recipe or sit down… but the result will depend on our decision.
In faith we find ourselves in the same situation. Do we believe and trust in the promises of God? Do we believe that God exists, that he sent his Son Jesus to solve the problems of our mess (which we call sin) and the things we do (the little things we do and the big things we see on the news), that Jesus took the blame for all those things, and that he has the power and authority to declare that we are free if we want to be. If you’ve ever been scared of something you’ll know this situation- part of your mind is saying one thing, another is saying the opposite- you want to listen to both. You might know which is right, but it’s hard to do it. Sometimes we have to be broken, at our wits end, before we’ll ask for help or make the decision- like the father in our Bible passage. Many of us know what it’s like to be in this sort of situation, worried sick but not sure what to do…
And Jesus speaks into this paralysis, telling the father to have faith- I believe, help me overcome my unbelief… Just as a coach helps us to achieve what we could not previously do by ourselves, or an instructor guides us through the seemingly impossible until we find ourselves parachuting, climbing or whatever, Jesus helps this father’s unbelief… and his son is healed. In a few weeks time we’re going to look particularly at prayer, both for the world and for each other, and we’ll be thinking then about how and why it may feel that our prayers aren’t always answered, but at this point I want to offer something I recently read- if we pray and have faith, we see prayers answered and some are healed… if we do not pray and have faith, we do not see prayers answered and no one is healed, so what should we do?
[It’s really helpful to be thinking about this today, as we welcome a new member into God’s family and welcome all her family and friends to be with us for her baptism- when an adult is baptised we celebrate with them that they have taken that step of faith, and have decided to respond to God’s love and His call on their lives by saying ‘yes, I believe’… For all those young children and babies who’re baptised here and in other churches, we celebrate the beginning of a journey- the first steps taken by a family as they say, ‘yes, this is the direction we’re heading in’… its not the destination but the start. Each of us who’ve been baptised need to keep on making that commitment each day to believe and have faith.]
For all of us ‘help my unbelief’ is still true… I can recall a time when I was climbing in Spain, a good height up a cliff, when I suddenly found myself stuck- for around 20 minutes. I couldn’t move. The fact that I’d already climbed 50ft up a cliff with no problem didn’t make any difference at that moment, that I’d been climbing all day, that I was on a climbing holiday and that I loved climbing… I was stuck. We have those times when we’re stuck. In our faith as well. And what do we do at those times? For me I had to listen to the right voices- the friend on the ground, the voice of my own experience, and not the ones that were telling what might go wrong. Ok, when you’re climbing and it goes wrong it’s painful, but in terms of faith, what is the worst that can happen? If we’re wrong and this is all there is to it, there’s no one going to be laughing at us!
The reality is quite simple- often we know the truth, and yet we find it hard to accept it and act on it. Just like I had to get over my fear and make that next step when climbing, so I came to a point where my faith in God outweighed the questions I had, and I said ‘yes, I believe’. No one can force us, we have to come to that place ourselves. And once we do, we find ourselves looking back and saying ‘was it really as easy as that?’ Coming to faith, making that step doesn’t smooth out the rest of the path- there may still be cliffs to climb, but it gives hope in the destination, companions on the way and the support of God when our strength fails us… I believe, help my unbelief.