Faith is born in the waiting. It’s how we learn to believe.
When the promised son is sacrificed, or the reward for righteousness is opposition.
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior (Habakkuk 3:17-18).
Choosing is the act that exercises the muscles of faith. Life begins when all is lost and we choose God. Because “crucified, dead, and buried” isn’t the end of our story. It’s just the beginning.
Jesus Christ is the risen Lord. He is active, on the move, and all-powerful.