O Ye of Little Faith
by Jennifer Jerrome
Throughout the Lenten season, I was convicted again and again by five words… “O ye of little faith.”
Now, I like to think of myself as someone with BIG faith, but I know that’s not true. There have been plenty of times when my faith has become nearly invisible. Where did it go? Did I lose it when things got tough - at the very times I needed it most?
I wonder if Martha and Mary felt like that when their brother Lazarus died. They clearly believed that Jesus had the power to save. “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.” But still they questioned him. Both said, “Lord if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” And later Martha doubted Jesus when he said to remove the stone. “But Lord, he’s been dead for four days!” Surely, you’re not going to save him now. It’s too late.
Those could easily be my words as well. Surely, you’re not going to help me now. I’ve already made a mess of things. It’s too late.
O ye of little faith.
It never has been, nor will it ever be, too late for God. Even when things seem hopeless, we are asked to believe. When we doubt, may the words Jesus spoke to Martha ring clearly in our ears, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?”
As we reflect on Jesus’ resurrection, may we come to know the truth and abandon the thinking “Lord, if only you had been here” and “Lord, it’s too late.”
Father, you are always here; you are always near. May we rest in the knowledge it’s never too late to roll away the stone to reveal your glory. May we keep our eyes and ears open to your words and may you delight in saying… O ye of BIG faith.