I can’t grasp at faith. I can’t make it appear. It is God who writes faith into our lives. He lifts the crimson pen and scripts a story of love and tragedy across the manuscript of my life. It is his beloved Son who stands as the hero of this grand narrative, and it is to this hero that my eyes must turn.
To watch an artist at work is an inspiring pastime, for an artist creates something from nothing.
A blank canvas would scare me.
I know this, because though I am not a painter, I am a writer. My canvas is an open notebook, or a crisp white screen and a flickering cursor. As words and commas—then phrases and sentences—begin to pile up on the page, ideas are discovered, perspectives are born, and things that have always been are, once again, made new. Or at least, that is what happens when an accomplished author creates.
To write is to create.
That is why it should not surprise us that our God is portrayed as a writer. After all, it is in His nature to create.
After drawing our attention to a long list of men of faith, the writer to the Hebrews then asks us to lift our eyes to the God of faith:
“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every hindrance and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith. For the joy that lay before him, he endured the cross, despising the shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:1–2, CSB)
I first memorised these verses in the KJV, where it says, ‘looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith’.
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I find it so liberating to see the gospel in all its glory in these few verses. After having an entire chapter devoted to highlighting the faith of our fathers, we are naturally inclined to ask, “What must I do to gain this type of faith? How do I achieve what they achieved?”
Enter the wonder of the gospel.
