Faith is not merely "the evidence of things not seen", etc.,

"and is not a revelation (that defines only one of the indications of faith, is not the relation of man to God(one has first to define faith and then God, and not define faith through God);  it is not only agreement with what one has been told one(as faith is most usually supposed to be), but faith is a knowledge of the meaning of human life in consequence of which man does not destroy himself but lives.  Faith is the strength of life.  If a man lives he believes in something. If he did not believe that one must live for something, he would not live.  If he does not see and recognize the illusory nature of the finite, he believes in the finite;  if he understands the illusory nature of the finite, he must believe in the infinite.  Without faith, he cannot live.

And I recalled the whole course of my mental labour and was horrified.  It was now clear to me that for man to be able to live he must either NOT see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite.  Such an explanation I had had;  but as long as I believed in the finite, I did not need the explanation, and I began to verify it by reason.  And in the light of reason the whole of my former explanation flew to atoms.  But a time came when I ceased to believe in the finite.  And then I began to build upon rational foundations, out of what I knew, an explanation which would give a meaning to life;  but nothing could I build.  Together with the best human intellects I reached the result that 0 equals 0, and was much astonished at that conclusion, though nothing else could have resulted.

What was I doing when I sought an answer in the experimental sciences?  I wished to know why I live, and for this purpose studied ALL that is outside me.  Evidently I might learn much, but NOTHING of what I needed.

What was I doing when I sought an answer in philosophical knowledge?  I was studying the thoughts of those who had found themselves in the same position as I, lacking a reply to the question, "why do I live?"  Evidently I could learn NOTHING but what I knew myself, namely that nothing can be known.

What am I?  A part of the INFINITE!  In those few words lies the whole problem.  Is it possible that humanity has only put that Question to itself since yesterday?  And can no one before me have set himself that question so simple, and one that springs to the tongue of every wise child?

Surely that question has been asked since man began;  and naturally for the solution of that question since man began it has been equally insufficient to compare the finite with the infinite, and since man began the relation of the finite to the infinite has been sought out and expressed.

All these conceptions in which the finite has been adjusted to the infinite and a meaning found for life~the conception of God, of will, of goodness~we submit to logical examination.  And all those conceptions fail to stand reason's criticism.

Were it not so terrible, it would be ludicrous with what pride and self satisfaction we, like children, pull the watch to pieces, take out the spring, make a toy of it, and are then surprised that the watch does not go.

A solution of the contradition between the finite and the infinite, and such a reply to the question of life as will make it possible to live, is NECESSARY and PRECIOUS.  And that is the only solution which we find everywhere, always, and among all peoples:  a solution descending from times in which we lose sight of the life of man, a solution so difficult that we can compose nothing like it~ and this solution we light heartedly destroy in order again to set the same question, which is natural to everyone and to which we have no answer.

The conception of an Infinite God,  the divinity of the soul,  the connection of human affairs with God,  the unity and existence of the soul, mans conception of moral goodness and evil~ are conceptions formulated in the hidden infinity of human thought, they are those conceptions without which neither life not I should exist;  yet rejecting all that labour of the whole of humanity,  I wished to remake it afresh myself and in my own manner.

I did not then think like that, but the germs of these thoughts were already in me.  I understood, in the first place, that my position with Schopenhauer and Solomon, notwithstanding our wisdom, was stupid:  we see that life is an evil and yet continue to live.  That is evidently stupid, for if life is senseless and I am so fond of what is reasonable, it should be destroyed, and then there would be no one to challenge it.

Secondly, I understood that all one's reasonings turned in a vicious circle like a wheel out of gear with its pinion.  However much and however well we may REASON, we cannot obtain a reply to the question; and 0 will always equal 0, and therefore our path is probably erroneous.  Thirdly, I began to understand that in the replies given by FAITH, is stored up the deepest human wisdom and that I had NO right to deny them on the ground of reason, and that those answers are the only ones which reply to life's question."

Leo Tolstoy (My Confession, chapters 8 and 9)

Building A Firm Foundation

The picture above is nothing like the cinder block garage that my Grandpa Glenn built! I recently had a dream about the building of my grandpa's garage. There he was in dream as he is in true memory, painstakingly placing each new brick. And when the garage no longer met his needs, he would move a wall and reconstruct. As a child, this was one of the things that made Grandpa Glenn who he was to me. I loved to watch him work with his hands on the garage or in his the garage at his gas station. Often times I would also see him landscape for Grandma Carol. Grandpa's care and touch to me as a child was a comfort and a safe place in the midst of my tumultuous childhood.

When I woke from my dream, I contemplated the reason behind the dream. I do not often dream about my Grandpa. As I thought about the garage and my Grandpa's touch to the world about him, I knew that he lived a life of specific purpose. His touch was gentle and his words gentler still, and the most magnificent word that I ever heard my him say was, "hmmm." He said it often, when others were hustling and bustling about him and telling him of their lofty plans. I never heard him speak a condemning word, although he too was human as you or I. Yes, I am certain that Grandpa had some choice words concerning lofty plans. Grandpa knew what I seldom see at first. He knew that even his words must be used to build a strong foundation. Just as he laid every brick down with great care to create that beautiful, large garage...so were the foundation bricks that he laid down for his household.

Father, help us to build our house on the strong foundation that you have provided through your Son. Help us to sift through the things that do not matter. Teach us how to grow in grace, come and abide in us with your spirit so that we do not tear each other down, but lift each other up in your love. Help us, in this generation to take hold of the Life that you give and help us to escape the enemy that surrounds us. Bring forth your Kingdom and your Household of Sons in this Generation. Establish us Father, in that household, the very living and breathing stones of your body, your temple.

Cease from strife

We are coming to the close of one season and the beginning of another here in the Foley house. When I think about all the places that the Lord has brought us to this last season, my heart is filled with joy and praise and awe. We have lived this past season watching Him mold and shape us and sharpen us. There have been many opportunities to cry out to Him in this season of traveling and singing and studying. Some days have seemed too overwhelming for words and some days there seemed to be no end to the books that consumed our time and our thoughts. What will come in the season before us? The Lord is surely quickening us and continues to mold and mature us. It is our hope to continue here, with the people that He has brought into our lives. To grow strong in His name, amongst the people that we know and love. In the midst of it all, He has given Carl and I a great peace. Because we know that His grace is sufficient for us, even in such a time as this. And I think, through that grace, He has given us determined purpose and a specific purpose for each member of our household. The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10