When I read this morning’s gospel from Matthew 19, one line stood out. It says, “For God, all things are possible.” The image that came to me was of someone who looked like a biblical shepherd but felt like me (???) hanging on the edge of a cliff – seemingly by his/her/my fingernails. Hearing the sentence about possibility in my head at that moment made me question my faith about God’s ability to save me from such danger. I certainly could not get myself out of such a situation and actually never even imagine I would be in such peril (literally or figuratively) these days. As I hung there in my mind’s eye, however, I wondered about my state of mind and heart. Would my faith endure – solidly believing that God and I could make it through? Would I call out to God not necessarily in deep faith but out of desperation? Or would I give up and let go? It’s the last question that becomes interesting if it’s divided in two, i.e. Would I give up? OR Would I let go? Giving up would imply lack of belief in myself and God. Letting go could be the same but not necessarily if I let go into the arms of God, trusting myself totally to God’s ability and willingness to save me.
I’m still hanging there, trying to answer honestly, but I wonder if that isn’t a question that would only be answered in the moment, dependent on the daily preparation of living my life. In any case, I think it’s worth pondering today. (A little strength training probably wouldn’t hurt…)