Blind Faith??

Imagine this. You haven’t ridden a bike in 10 years and you find yourself on a rickety, old, piece of metal, with a seat as hard as a tree, that’s about to fall apart. Bumpy, unpaved roads with rocks in every crevice, craters, trash, and pools of water when it rains, are what you find as you trek along.

 

Everyday we bike along this road to get to school. It’s about a mile and the roads are about as rocky as Orioles Pitching Staff’s ERA (and if you don’t know baseball that’s pretty bad). Dave and I teach evening classes, so getting to the school in the daylight is no problem. I can see all the rocks, bricks, potholes, trash, dogs, and other various things as I’m peddling along on my little bike that feels like it’s going to break every time I hit a bump.

 

But somewhere between teaching Photoshop and Grammar it gets dark outside, and that’s when I have a problem getting home. I don’t mind biking at all, but it’s a little easier to dodge dogs and potholes when you can see them. Usually I bring my headlamp so I can see what’s in front of me, but one night last week I forgot it. That short, 10-minute ride seemed like forever in the total darkness.

 

I wonder if this is what blind faith is supposed to be like. Walking the earth in total darkness, not knowing what’s in front of you. Trusting that either God will protect you from hitting the bumps, or when you do hit them, He will provide comfort when you fly over the handlebars. Trusting that He will put the right people in your path, and companions to walk with you. Trusting in His purpose for your life, and that if you get chased by a dog or things don’t seem fair, He will provide justice. Knowing that it’s not easy, but it’s the best way. And that eventually, you’ll reach the light and see all of His provision and protection in your life.