I am currently reading a book called "Flabbergasted".
I picked it up at the library thinking it to be a harmless book about a guy who falls for a girl and then goes fishing. But it's not that simple. The girl he falls for is a missionary. He met her while at a church group and then a church weekend away. He was there because his Real Estate Agent told him it was more popular than the local bar scene.
I confess, I to have been lured in to a Holy Building by the temptation of cute boys. What I got, to be honest, was bored.
I felt unrelated to. The people I know who have this Faith seem to be the epitomy of Shit Happens. Everyone I spoke to had a story that involved feeling like the world had fucked you over one to many times and then, seemingly miraculously, a person emerged out of the gloom to say "I can't help you, but I know someone who can".
Now that seems a little contrite to me. Like the people recruited have to have nothing else. I, who have never been down the path of Drugs, alcahol or the other million sins I don't have time to list, have never seen the point.
Someone told me that there was a God because for something the exist it had to be created. So I asked "who created God?"
Friend: No one. He has always existed.
Me: Well that just disproved your argument.
Friend: I believe.
Me: When you can tell me where your God comes from, I will believe too.
That was a good couple of years ago. She hasn't answered me yet.
But I am not here to have a argument with anyone reading this blog. I am just wanting to put a question out there.
How do you know if you have Faith?
I'm not entirely sure that I know what Faith is. Not really. I have bits but the rest of the enchilada, so far, eludes me.
I have faith that the sun will come up tomorrow. I have faith that if I drink to much I will fall over. I have faith that if I get hit by a car someone would try to steal my bag and that someone else would, at least, call an ambulance.
But in things I cannot see, touch, feel the effects of. No faith at all.
And you may wonder how. "God is in the details" I have been told. The flowers intricate petals, a birds wing, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway. This post is far to serious to come from a book which is, essentially, a comedy - if a romantic one.
Although it was also prompted by my own meeting of someone, who is not a missionary.
So lets just hope that the guy gets his girl.
I have faith that he will.
EDIT: My firends will be most impressed with me reading a book by a christian author...
EDIT 2: I have an interview on Monday.