DifferentBrains

Mar 9:17  And one of the crowd answered and said, Teacher, I have brought my son who has a dumb spirit to You.
Mar 9:18  And wherever he seizes him, he dashes him. And he foams and gnashes his teeth and pines away. And I spoke to Your disciples that they should cast him out, and they could not.
Mar 9:19  He answered him and said, O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? How long shall I bear with you? Bring him to Me!
Mar 9:20  And they brought him to Him. And when he saw Him, the spirit immediately convulsed him. And he fell on the ground and wallowed, foaming.
Mar 9:21  And He asked his father, How long ago has it been since this came to him? And he said, From childhood.
Mar 9:22  And oftentimes it has cast him into the fire and into the waters to destroy him. But if You can do anything, have compassion on us and help us.
Mar 9:23  Jesus said to him, If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.
Mar 9:24  And immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe. Believe that it’s possible, believe that it’s for me. We could be moving mountains. Yet here we are, sometimes having trouble believing even the simplest of things.

Mat 17:20  And Jesus said to them, Because of your unbelief. For truly I say to you, If you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you shall say to this mountain, Move from here to there. And it shall move. And nothing shall be impossible to you.

I wish i could get this far in my Christian walk, moving mountains, whatever they symbolize, sure would be something.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying i don’t believe, just that i sometime with somethings my mind locks at a intellectual level, telling me that what I’m trying to believe it suppose to be impossible. Or to put it different: Satan lies to my brain. And in times like that, I’m glad i can cling to the words of the dumb spirited child’s father. If nothing else.

Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief.

Once, there was a poor fisherman, lying on his back in the sun, in his worn out, patched up fishingboat. The birds were screaming, other fishermen on the doc were working, bizzy. But the poor fisherman was half asleep, relaxing and enjoying the warm afternoon. A buisnessman walked by, in his fancy suite, tie well tightened to his throat, and hair drawed back firmly with a coamb. Why are you lying here? Tha buisnessman asked. Oh, why not, said the fisherman. Buisnessman looked surprised. I’ll tell you why: If you, instead of lying here dozing, went out, did some fishing, you would come back with a little fish. Not much, judging by the state of your equiptment. But enough to sell it on the dock, making  a little money. If you Went out regularily, Instead of dozing off, you would be able to put off a little money every day. And in a few years, you could get yourself a new fishingboat. A bigger one where you could get some real fish! Hire a small crew. I bet in ten years time, you’d have your own company, with more than just one fishingboat. You wouldn’t have to go fishing yourself anymore, you’d administrate. And In 15 years time, you could hire someone to the administrating aswell, and you’d be free to lie in the sun relaxing, without a care in the world. The fisherman looked at the buisnessman. Thought for a minuite, and the, in a confused manner looked up and said: Well, why would i want to work hard for 15 years in order to be able to relax in the sun, when thats what i’m doing right now?!