…That is what James 2:17 says: “In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”
Faith Without Action Is Dead…
May 2, 2009 by 56 Comments
This must be the reason why that Nigerian woman I met at the store bought a pair of shoes she did not need and wrote out a check of hundred dollars. But of course, she prayed while writing the check: “Oh, God, I don’t even have money in my account. This check will not bounce in Jesus’ name. I cover my account with the blood of Jesus.”
Sometimes, I think I have faith, but when I meet people like this woman, I conclude that their faith must be on some kind of steroids. Standing next to them, my faith is but a mustard seed (maybe smaller) while theirs is a watermelon fruit. Either that or my Naija folks have just taken that verse in the bible to a whole new level. Yeap. They’ve definitely taken it to a whole new level. It’s only a typical Nigerian that will buy a pair unneeded shoes, write a check from a fallow account, pray against the unavoidable result, and then even plead the blood of Jesus on top of it. Only a Nigerian.
But I have had my moments of having faith in God (and I continue to have faith in Him). I woke up this morning thinking about all the times He has been there at the nick of time. I remember when I applied to a four year college that was an hour away from me – even though I did not have a car, and therefore had no means of getting there. Mom thought I was crazy. But I just figured God would do it – like He always does. That year, school started in January as usual. By His grace, I bought the car on the 26th of December.
There isn’t anytime that I think God is unable to do it for me. Sometimes, I just find myself wondering if He will. Why should He? I am but a sinner. Everyday, I sin. Everyday, I beg for forgiveness. And everyday, I go back and sin again. I wouldn’t do it if I were Him. I wouldn’t hear my prayers if I were Him. But I am not Him. I should learn that. Sometimes, I try to tell Him the best way to perform my miracle for me. How can I, a mere mortal sinner tell God how to do His job? Where was I when He was creating the entire world? Where was I when He was creating me? I did not tell Him how to make me, and look how I turned: a fine babe – if I do say so myself
So here is to God… I’m looking forward to more miracles. Awe-inspiring miracles. Unfathomable miracles. Breath-taking miracles. Unbelieveable miracles. Never before seen or heard miracles. Divine miracles. Huge miracles, the kind that will perplex me and leave me at a loss for words. The type of miracles that will have me scratching my scalp and rumpling my forehead. The kind of miracle that will have my jaw sitting in the palm of my hand, my mind thinking, ‘this can’t be real.’ You know what I mean, God. This is a
toast post to that order. Amen. And so shall it be.