About Dead Faith Alive Again: Journal of Faith, Love and Suffering
This journal is a collection of faith-based thoughts. It includes thoughts on Jesus Christ and His goodness, the morality of judgement, the meaning of suffering, just how deep love goes and many more topics. It also includes some of my experiences with the spiritual world and the way God has blessed my life.
This title isn’t written like a typical book. Rather, it is a collection of ideas that I wrote down in notebooks as they came to me over a period of years. I decided to write my inspirations down so that I could keep track of them.
From the book:
“Living faith is faith in action… love in action. Dead faith is loveless faith.”
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While I was growing up, I believed in God, the Father. But I remember learning how to pray and saying: "In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." I didn't know what that meant. What did it mean by "the Son?" I thought the Father was the Holy Spirit, so why am I saying that twice?
I had, like so many others, heard His name spoken many times. I didn't truly learn about Jesus Christ – what He accomplished on the cross and His Word – until much later on. There were times after I learned about His son where I only believed in the Father. I fell into the trap of thinking that Jesus wasn't God, because how could God be a human? I went so far occasionally to doubt the existence of God altogether.
While I was a child, and before my teenage years, I spent many nights in bed praying. I would tell Him I loved Him and I'm sure I said all sorts of things you probably shouldn't say to Him. I vividly remember telling Him that I would wait for Him forever. I also asked Him if I could "merge" with Him, having no knowledge of being united with Him in the Holy Spirit.
As I got into my teenage years, I fell away from praying. Trouble began brewing in my life that was eating up all my attention, and I mostly forgot about Him to my own shame. I paid a heavy price for all those years I felt alone (not that He ever left me).
And then I entered adulthood, and even more trouble began brewing. So much so that I began looking for the only solution I could find. I stuck with it for a while – having no true knowledge of what it meant to be faithful. Yes, I read some of the Bible up to that point. Yes, I was praying to Him sometimes and asking for help. Yes, I was slightly heading back in the right direction. The problem then became that my troubles were outstripping my ability to grasp them with my weak and newfound faith. So, I fell away again, over and over… and my problems only got worse from there. There was a period of time when I believed that even God couldn't solve my problems or help me with them. I called Him evil, I insulted His character, I mocked Him and His servants. I was on a bad path, and I thought I had gone as low as you can go. I was loveless.
Fast-forward a few years, and an even bigger calamity hit me that told me it was time for a change. This time, I would truly turn to Him and try to listen to what He had to say (hear Him). I began reading the Bible with others and taking it to heart. I began earnestly praying again. I started doing what my grandpa used to do and tell people about Jesus Christ's love. I began to rekindle love within my own heart and soul – with the help of God.
What about today? Is my life perfect? Far from it. Am I still struggling in trials and hardship? Every day. But Christ is in my life now, and I am willing to suffer with Him. God chose this life for me; one where I would come to realize that He is all I need. He granted me belief in His Son and cultivated spiritual blessings through my troubles.