Oh, to have revolutionary faith! As I wrote my Revolutionary Faith series, I often asked myself if I have that kind of faith. The faith to see me through a major war. The faith to protect my family at all costs. The faith that does not waver in the face of the darkest hours. I must admit my answers to the question varied depending on my circumstances. But should it have?
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things to come.”
“Faith the size of a mustard seed”
Revolutionary faith sounds huge. But the participants in the American Revolution were humans with human weaknesses and flaws and faith that had to face the British Army–the greatest army on earth. How did they do it? One day at a time. One obstacle at a time.
My characters lived during a war with battles outside the walls of the city and later in their harbor with a siege and occupation. What would that faith look like? I think the citizens had lots of questions about where God was during the chaos of their lives. Had He deserted them? What did He expect them to do?
I always ask God questions. Maybe my faith is no less revolutionary than ones who go through a major war. These people wondered from where their food, clothing, and shelter would come. Add to this actual physical fighting, death, disease, and maimed bodies. There really was no one to trust except God. He knew all the answers, and He still does.
I’d like to think I could have existed through this war and kept my faith. Even in this modern world, I face those circumstances that I cannot conquer or solve. When my children are hurting. When someone I love faces illness. When financial woes break a family’s spirit. When someone loses a job. When death invades a family.
Do you have revolutionary faith? I think we all do if we put our trust and belief in God. Our circumstances are different, but faith is equal to the task.