Her name is Cindy. In July of 2012 her son, Robin, went missing. He has been gone for a long time and we pray for him often.
Cindy continues to wait for her son with patience and faithfulness. I admire that about her.
People, I think, will occasionally approach her and discourage this faithfulness of hers. They disguise themselves as realists, saying that she should prepare herself for bad news, or that many signs point to a different answer than the one she wants.
I say they disguise themselves as realists because they do not KNOW what “real” is. They are actually, “probably-ists”, or “odds are-ists”. These are people that I feel sorry for for one key reason: They think that if something is difficult to believe then it must not be true.
Cindy has continued to stand firm and makes a choice every day. She believes that Robin will come home.
I believe the same thing.
I am a father. (happy Father’s day, by the way) I am also someone that understands what it is to choose to believe in something that doesn’t seem possible. I believe God loves me. I believe God exists. I believe there is a Heaven and a hell. I believe salvation comes through Christ alone.
I believe God.
I have chosen this.
The world is full of “realists” that do not know The REAL One.
Let nobody call me a “realist”, but instead, a man of faith. Then, one day, I will walk with the Real One – then you can call me a Realist.
Jesus, give me faith and let me choose faith.
1 Corinthians 1:18
If you see my friend Robin, please tell him we love him and that I cannot wait to have a coffee with him.