What I Believe

What do I believe?

Jennifer Dukes Lee published a post on September 29th entitled “For Our Monday: Reminding Ourselves What We Really Believe.”  This post and the beautiful fall colors inspired this post. 

I believe in God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

I believe in God the Father, the Maker of Heaven and Earth, the maker of my husband, my children and me.

I believe in God, not because I can see Him – but because of creation I know His hands have touched the world.  This Divine Creator/Maker gives attention to wildflowers, sparrows, the cats that lives under our apartment building, the darkest corners of unseen caves.

I believe he attends to me like he attends to all things.

This Divine Creator/Maker irrevocably loves me.  I can feel it like the wind on face at times.

At the beginning, He loved us.

Before the beginning, He loved us.

Before the fall, He loved us.

I believe in Jesus Christ, Son of our Holy Father.

Before He sent his Son to us, He loved us.

Before Christ died upon the cross, He loved us.

Before Christ rose from the grave, he loved us.

He is coming back again because He loves us.

When we breathe lightly, He loves us.

When we sigh heavily, He loves us.

When we take in that last breath before joining Him, He will have prepared a place for us.

He loves, He Likes, and He gave his life for us.

I believe Christ is the Bride-groom who is waiting patiently for the wedding banquet to begin.

I believe in God the Spirit.

I believe it was the Spirit of God that calmed the waters that night Peter was so brave. 

I believe it was the Spirit of God that inspired Moses, Abraham, Sarah, David, Solomon, and so many prophets to share stories and write them down.

I believe in God’s attributes.

I believe you are God of unfailing, never-ending love. 

I believe you are a God of history.  You formed Adam and Eve in the Garden, you watched the fall like a disheartened parent, and then proceeded to cover Adam and Eve to keep them warm.  What love!

I believe you are God of time.  You formed the seasons.  You birthed spring in the Garden, watching things grow and took delight in it.  As growth deepened, summer came along with flowers, fruit.  Summer colors change into autumn shades of gold, red, brown, and yellow. It is this season where I notice you the most.  I watch that autumn rainbow and I want to stand within the colors. As the cold comes in and winter approaches, I feel the shiver of the Fall and original sin once again and want to feel the spring.  The seasons of this earth speak of your glory. 

I believe you are a God of grace.  None of us deserve your love or sacrifice.  Who did you die for?  You died for each and every one of us that choose to believe in you.  You would irritate the legalist.

I believe you are a God of forgiveness.  You forgive us our transgressions.  You forgive us our selfishness, our owly attitudes, our sin.  Your son took the weight of sin and smashed it forever.  It is a gift I return to again and again.

I believe you are the Ultimate Teacher, the Wisest Philosopher, the Miracle Worker, and the Living Word.  God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit: three in one.

I believe you are coming again.  This is not the end.  There is hope for all people. That love has come to claim the outcast, the junkie, the popular kid, the preacher, the rude student, the terrible waitress, the guy who cut me off in traffic.  You have a place for all of them.  You rescue the weak, the broken, the helpless…

You even rescued me.

And  I – a sinner – now falling at your feet,  I believe I will live with you forever.

You are glory.