Seeing signs or having faith…
Mark 8:11-13. I wonder sometimes what it means to have faith. If I am honest, I too want signs that make it clear who Jesus is, what he is all about, where I fit into the bigger picture, and the list could go on. The religious “in-group” (Pharisees) pulls Jesus aside to ask that he give a sign from heaven for verification purposes. Jesus refuses- no sign for the generation that demands signs. Does that mean we are left in the dark? Uncertain? Why don’t we get a sign?
Then I think again. What if I got a sign? Which sign would work for me? What about when my faith seems to be ebbing away- do I need a new sign every time? Yet I also sense certain signs in my life. People can say (and they’d be correct) that the sign I see are interpretations of what is happening in my life. Do I have to see that chance encounter as a sign or a mere coincidence? What constitutes a sign- flashing lights, a disembodied voice fromt he clouds? I’m beginning to ask those kinds of questions about the passage for this weekend and as always, I welcome your comments.
I do believe we have signs, in fact, many of them. The question is… can we see them?? or are they the ones we choose not to see?? I am so grateful that God is so loving and patient. He not only gives signs, but gives them in many different ways until I “get it”….
(BTW, cool blog!!! This is the third different look that I see in a short time…. It changes faster than girl’s wardrobe. ^____^ )