🕯️ “Why Faith?” or “What Is Faith?”
“I am between the Cross and the Resurrection.”
“Faith is living beyond illusion. Love conquers death and yes, the little deaths every day…”
“If we remember God is love and love LOVE (God) above everything, how we live our life drastically changes everything.”
🕯️ Why Faith?
Faith is not certainty.
It is not control.
It is not a bargain struck between fear and reward.
Faith is not the absence of doubt, but the willingness to walk with it.
Faith does not demand proof. It moves when the path is dark.
It is the trembling yes that rises after everything else has been stripped away.
Faith is not a possession—it is a posture.
It does not conquer by force, but opens by surrender.
It is the hand still reaching when no one calls your name.
Faith is the bridge between the Cross and the Resurrection.
The space where nothing makes sense and yet you keep going.
It is the decision to keep loving when your heart is broken,
to keep building when the temple has fallen,
to keep walking when the tomb is still closed.
Faith is what lives when illusion dies.
It is not born in comfort. It grows in the soil of collapse, decay, and silence.
And this is what the mystics knew:
That the dark night is not a punishment—it is a preparation.
That beneath the ruin of the world is the seed of something eternal.
That the whispers of God are heard clearest in the absence of noise.
So ask not what is faith?
Ask instead: What remains when everything else is gone?
If you still choose love—that is faith.
If you still say yes to God in the silence—that is faith.
And if you find yourself between crucifixion and resurrection,
that where faith begins.