Gospel: John 12:44-50
Old Testament: Dan 9:3-10
New Testament: Heb 2:10-18
Psalms: 63, 98, 103
In today’s readings, there is one word that I found in every passage. That word is “TRUST.” Have you ever thought about what that word really means? To me, trust means believing things I cannot see or verify. Have you ever thought about how many people and processes you trust every day? I’m not talking about the larger and grander forms of trust, like trusting a spouse or trusting that a friend will keep a secret. I’m talking about things as simple as, “I trust that the water coming out of my faucet is clean and drinkable,” or “I trust that the heat will kick on when it gets cold outside,” or “I trust that my phone will work when I pick it up.” We’ve come to trust at this level because we’ve had a history of success in trusting these things.
I think about trust constantly. As many of you know, I have special dietary needs which require me to trust a whole lot of people that I don’t even know. So for me, the running commentary in my brain is, “I trust that the food I eat won’t make me sick.” I’ve gotten better at asking the right questions and doing my research, yet I always wonder… what if my research is flawed? What if the source isn’t reputable? The “what if” then leads to a fear that I’ll end up not feeling good for a while. The result may be that I’ll adjust my approach and probably not eat that food or at that certain restaurant again. But, eventually, I do adjust; and then I have to trust all over again at the next meal. I have to re-start, I have to re-build that history of success.
With as many things as I have to trust and rely upon every day, why do I continue to struggle to trust God? Shouldn’t it be easier than trusting that my food is safe and my water is clean? Hasn’t He shown a significant amount of history of proving He is worthy of my trust? Why is the success in trusting God so much harder for me to see?
Maybe it is not my research. Not the yardstick I use to measure. Not the history of success. Maybe it is simply I who am flawed.