Have you ever wondered, “the faith that I have, where did it
come from and why? Now they say it matters not the size. Remember that “mustardseed.” But whether small or large in
size the inquiry is – where did it come from. Did you obtain it through DNA or
genetics I tend to doubt, although there is a strong argument that growing up
in a home of family with a strong belief is good fertilizer for your own faith.
Did it strike you like a thunderbolt or did it just appear one day like a quietly
blooming flower? Has it been growing this Lent, or are you holding it in
reserve for that day you really need it, similar to a stash of cash under the
mattress or hidden in a sock in the back of a drawer? Where did it come from
There are those who argue that it is a fabrication based on
our need for solace and escape. I don’t think so. Down deep inside me where I
know not the source, a feeling emanates that tells me there is an essential truth.
It is a mystery but not a dream. In some wispy sense it comes from this source.
During Lent we are put to the test like Jesus in the wilderness. We know a lot about the temptations, but very little of what else occurred during those forty days. He kept that to himself. Perhaps he asked, “Why.” Perhaps he also learned the answer, and it sent him to Jerusalem.