More faith

The faith it takes to get into a car and drive is immense. You’re trusting it will turn on. You’re trusting the designer who designed it. The factory that made it. The operators and workers in that factory. The mechanic who worked on it. The inspectors who inspected it. The gas station where you filled the tank up. The gas that the tank is filled with. The tire manufacturers. The road-makers. The other drivers. Your own ability to drive it safely. The seat belt makers. That’s a lot of trust. Of faith. And we don’t even give it a second thought. Or even a first thought. We just have enough faith that it doesn’t matter. That’s a deep seeded faith. One that affects our actions and therefore effects our lives. That is orthodoxy and orthopraxy.

We know that thousands of people die in cars, yet we still drive them without hesitation.

Why is it so hard for me to have faith in a God who I can’t see physically but can learn about, yet I intrinsically trust all of the unseen people I mentioned above. I don’t get it. It’s like selective faith. Where its automatic in almost every area of our lives, yet spiritually it’s incredibly challenging at times. Our lives would cease to function if we didn’t have faith in cars, lights, chairs, food, water, the ground, and everything else. Yes, we can see those things, but we are really trusting the creator and maker of those things by using or consuming them. Why is it so different in my mind that I can live in a created world but struggle to trust the creator and maker.