Genesis 12:1: “Now the Lord had said to Abram: ‘Get out of your country, from your family and from your fathers house, to a land that I will show you.’”

These verses we have heard multiple times over the past months.  First, related to the sale of our house just before heading to the States, leaving us with uncertainty of where our family would live when we returned to Ireland.

Genesis 12:2-3:  “‘I will make you a great nation; I will bless you and make your name great; and you shall be a blessing.  I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse him who curses you; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.’”

It is amazing how often the promise of blessing comes proceeding an act of faith.  Faith is revealed through our obedience.  We can get that backwards and assume our obedience signifies faith, but equally, we can misinterpret grace as ease, where Biblical faith will result in an action, usually under some type of stress or challenge.  It is in that place that our faith is tested, but gold comes forth.  That is the promise.

While in America, fatigued from the weariness of trying to pack up our house in just over two weeks, and sorting out legal affairs from a distance as we arrived in America, the sale of our house fell through over some legal technicality with our Title (which we have been told is fixable and not a major issue).  Frustrated and disappointed we have had to forgive the buyer for all they put us through before we left, and let go of the disappointment.  And so goes the journey of faith.

Spending a few weeks at my (James’) parents, I spent a day helping my dad chop down this tree.  Actually, it was a family project, everyone getting involved.  I was the guy with the chain saw up near the top.  The last branch must have been around twenty feet tall, and I was aware, as I was fifteen feet up a ladder that if I cut too deep, the branch could come straight down on my head.  A neighbor used his truck to pull it down, but I had to climb up the ladder and make additional cuts to go deep enough for the limb to snap.

And so is life and faith…the delicate balance of decision processes.  How far is too far?  What is timing?  What risks are healthy and rich or just plain ridiculous?  Sometimes I struggle with a life of faith.  I prefer safety.  I would rather be the guy holding the ladder.  On the other hand…up above with the wind in your face and a new adventure…I love a life of faith!!!