Knowledge is not faith; it is merely a distant cousin.
Knowledge can be measured and studied and controlled, but faith unleashed takes on a life of its own.
Faith blazes like a forest fire, spreading and consuming. Devouring the limits of mere information. Going beyond all borders formed by finite understanding.
Faith pushes against the seen and logical, delving into the depths of the unknown and mysterious. Giving birth to miraculous in the sometimes-yet-to-be-discovered-but-fully-real-and-within-reach realm of a believing soul.
Faith lingers close to the heart, but sometimes strays far from confining human comprehension.
For as soon as faith can be fully known, it ceases to be faith at all. A part of it must always remain a mystery and require a childlike confidence in its presence and purpose.
Otherwise, faith cannot be trusted.
Unless it pulls us beyond what we can prove, faith remains simply knowledge. It must dwell in this unmapped region between evidence and doubt.
This is where faith is vibrant.
This is where faith calls us to cast our hope.
This is where faith challenges us to stake our claim.
And this is where we will meet the miraculous face-to-face.
Here in the uncharted waters of trust in what not yet is, but still can be.