Copyright © 1999 Martha Kilpatrick, "Faith Is"
Faith is a law…established by God for us. It is the gift of power given to humanity to possess and to produce. What you believe is what comes forth. It appears. Every person operates in a set of beliefs. Whether truth or lie, we all believe some things with a solid certainty. The heart has a secret doctrine, so ingrained as to be automatic and unrecognized. Faith is a law.
The things we deem certain are certain to materialize. The great puzzle is to discover what it is I believe in. For I am so familiar and comfortable with my beliefs that I've never heard them spoken into words within my thoughts. They are opinions that have become principles. Vain ideas that I have turned into dogma. And I must find them and word them—in order to refute them.
My beliefs are like a great oceanic undertow that pulls me into itself by a power greater than my flailing, a catalyst that takes me over. Yet I am myself the creator of that force. I have fed it and given it its power by the investment of my hidden meditations. The great struggle begins when I decide to change my cemented dogmas. They don't transform easily. They are leaden weights. I break them only with the great blows I level at my lies. Faith is a law.
What you believe is what you experience. Then your experience proves what you believed, but it is because you believed it that it appeared. And not because it was real.
What you believe has power – the actual power – to create.
Should you have faith in evil, evil will rise to the full level of your concept. Evil will prove your faith in it. Should you have faith in disaster, disaster will hound you. But the disaster will not exist as an outward force. It will be the havoc that lives inside your heart by its faith in the dreaded.
There is a religion of rejection, believing fervently that rejection will be the backlash of all encounters with others. And it is so. It becomes so…where it was not. In all our absurd streams of faith, perhaps this one is the sepulcher from which all other deadly faiths arise…the one that turns us blind. Makes us into twisted monsters, self-crowned fiends of tyranny.
It is faith in our own self. Confidence in our own ability to do…and know. No thirst for God to speak, for the I has spoken. Listening in secret to this portentous self and believing the nonsense. Foolish, yes…but dangerous fools we are, naming God without needing Him. Taking His place while claiming to know Him.
Do you receive what you desire in this life? Always. Your desire lies in the grip of your faith. Noble desires die in the hands of unbelief. Unbelief is a faith in the negative. A confidence that blessing wont happen. A secret assurance that God wont…can't…I am indicted and exposed by what my life produces…and doesn't produce. For it only produces what I believe. It cannot produce what I don't believe. Do you understand yet that faith is a law?
Be it done unto you according to your faith. Mt. 9:29
A statement that the manifestation of God is based not on His willingness, His power, His plan but on my faith. Faith is somehow a living thing, pulsating with the power of self-fulfillment. Whether faith in a no-God or faith in a yes-God, faith births its image of Him into real life.
Real Faith is living because it is issuing from a Living Word from the mouth of God. Scripture enveloped by the presence of the Father is where faith – by love – is conceived. Communion with the Father, to hear His personal Word is to receive a vibrant seed. Absorbing scripture, plants the true truth in the abyss of my intricate mind and dissolves the silly conclusions of my life-long impressions.
It is imperative that I build my faith by deliberate actions, by the bombardment of my own soul with Gods Eternal truth against the arrogance of my assessments. To be around those with faith feeds faith. Walk with a skeptic and you will starve your faith into unbelief. Yet…it is obedience and death that truly form and release faith. Submitting to God to do His will and the deeper submission to die to independence—these surrenders cause His Own Confidence to enter and take over the human heart of suspicion. If you would serve God but not die for Him, your faith will always be dwarfed.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God...
Gal 2:20 KJV
Death ushers in the faith of the Very Son of God, a supernatural faith issuing from the One whose faith conquered ALL. The death of me is the demise of my basic Adamic nature that slides toward unbelief…and lives by cynicism about its own Great Creator, despising my Very Origin. Unbelief is only killed when i die! And faith is only birthed in His life.
So…I feed my faith with the Word of God as the Father reads it to me personally, and I kill my unbelief by the personal cross of my daily experience. However, in the midst of this Great Solution to my native doubt, a key lies in my hand—not God's. A pivot that either locks or opens the Dynamic of Faith. This electric key that holds both Faith and Doubt in the balance is my simple choice.
I can decide what I will believe. I can choose against the evidence, I can refute the argument. I can reject the logic and I can silence the accuser. It is my choice. My choice. I pick the one I will trust. I choose the truth. Or I choose to reject the truth. The option always rests…with me. I can desire to believe, but unless I choose to believe, my desire will perish in my lap. Without faith, my desire will never come to life. And I will blame God for it.
Faith comes by hearing, and I must choose to listen.
Faith comes by dying, and I must decide to die. And faith comes by looking—“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith” (Heb. 12:2 KJV).
Looking TO Him, is focus ON Him, in blank dependence. He is the Only Real in a abyss of illusion. I must look away in order to look at… I must leave the solid that appears and go to the Real that Is. For faith is not faith if it rests on dogma. Faith is dynamic only as it resides upon a Person – the One for whom the universe was made and without Whom the universe has no meaning.
Damalie Namale, M.A.