I became a Christian at the age of 9.
Surprisingly, I was able to understand many of the Bible concepts as I reached 10 years old.
Although I was still immature, I was able to grasp the concept of belief.
As a young boy, I would pray for a handful of items in my prayer, including some childish thoughts.
Praying for my studies, praying for mom and stepdad, and praying for world peace!
They were all naive prayers uttered from the mouth of a young believer.
One day, I stumbled upon this scripture and felt that it suited me quite well.
And my prayers as a kid would always contain these:
"Lord, I want to believe, help me in my faith, help my unbelief."
Why did I pray such a prayer?
Because what was inside of me was fear.
The fear to be separated with hope; with love; with God.
I was afraid of my own disbelief, the urge to stop believing.
It was until something happened in my family that I lost the interest in prayers.
My family eventually left the church.
I too became doubtful as I age.
But having a soft heart and friends who cared to get me back to church was a miracle.
Several years had passed since that was in my prayers.
I had forgotten of the childlike faith I once had.
I started to think of the consequences rather than just going "by faith".
Two years ago, I moved away from home for my studies.
I set foot in a church where I never thought that I would serve in.
Something there triggered me to return to my younger self - the kid who believes in miracles.
Throughout my time away from home, I felt more bonded to the church and the God I believe in.
My faith was being challenged over and over again.
Having prayers unanswered and incidents that would separate me from trusting God.
However, those were unable to stop me.
A few weeks ago, I had witnessed the unexpected just by believing.
Although not all the prayers were fulfilled, I was able to believe and share them with a close friend.
On one morning, I was preparing for class and this childhood verse of mine struck me.
It came back to me reminding me of my doubts and how I prayed for faith.
And this disbelief was with the friend whom I mentioned earlier.
It gave me another opportunity to share my experiences deeply with this friend.
On that Sunday, the message shared was based on the book of Luke.
The centurion (ref: [Luke 7:1-10]) written in the Bible had an enormous faith.
He believed in something that did not happen before to be done.
And that faith was what me and my friend needed.
For those who have not tried to, faith is something hard to grasp on.
It can lead one to an endless adventure of the unexpected.
It can guide one to take a brave step.
It can strengthen bonds.
To believe, it would take huge courage.
To trust, it would require certain faith.
To see great things, is to first believe.
Ending this post with a quote from a stranger:
Blessings
Nic
Surprisingly, I was able to understand many of the Bible concepts as I reached 10 years old.
Although I was still immature, I was able to grasp the concept of belief.
As a young boy, I would pray for a handful of items in my prayer, including some childish thoughts.
Praying for my studies, praying for mom and stepdad, and praying for world peace!
They were all naive prayers uttered from the mouth of a young believer.
One day, I stumbled upon this scripture and felt that it suited me quite well.
Jesus said to him, "If you can believe, all things are possible for him who believes."
Immediately the father of the child cried out and said in tears, "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!" - [Mark 9:23-24]After that, the last sentence infused into my prayers.
And my prayers as a kid would always contain these:
"Lord, I want to believe, help me in my faith, help my unbelief."
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| "I want to Believe" |
Why did I pray such a prayer?
Because what was inside of me was fear.
The fear to be separated with hope; with love; with God.
I was afraid of my own disbelief, the urge to stop believing.
It was until something happened in my family that I lost the interest in prayers.
My family eventually left the church.
I too became doubtful as I age.
But having a soft heart and friends who cared to get me back to church was a miracle.
Several years had passed since that was in my prayers.
I had forgotten of the childlike faith I once had.
I started to think of the consequences rather than just going "by faith".
Two years ago, I moved away from home for my studies.
I set foot in a church where I never thought that I would serve in.
Something there triggered me to return to my younger self - the kid who believes in miracles.
Throughout my time away from home, I felt more bonded to the church and the God I believe in.
My faith was being challenged over and over again.
Having prayers unanswered and incidents that would separate me from trusting God.
However, those were unable to stop me.
A few weeks ago, I had witnessed the unexpected just by believing.
Although not all the prayers were fulfilled, I was able to believe and share them with a close friend.
On one morning, I was preparing for class and this childhood verse of mine struck me.
It came back to me reminding me of my doubts and how I prayed for faith.
And this disbelief was with the friend whom I mentioned earlier.
It gave me another opportunity to share my experiences deeply with this friend.
On that Sunday, the message shared was based on the book of Luke.
The centurion (ref: [Luke 7:1-10]) written in the Bible had an enormous faith.
He believed in something that did not happen before to be done.
And that faith was what me and my friend needed.
For those who have not tried to, faith is something hard to grasp on.
It can lead one to an endless adventure of the unexpected.
It can guide one to take a brave step.
It can strengthen bonds.
To believe, it would take huge courage.
To trust, it would require certain faith.
To see great things, is to first believe.
Ending this post with a quote from a stranger:
"Faith isn't believing God can do things, it's believing God will do things."
Blessings
Nic
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