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Fog

Today I went on a trip through the fog. It was bound to be foggy. The air temperature was nearly 50 while the ground was still frozen. All the wind in the world, or so it seems, had blown through just the other day. Calm, warm air over cold, still ground is a perfect recipe for fog. This was, indeed, a fine brew.

This particular trip was a sort of a fishing expedition. Fishing in the fog is sometimes dangerous and usually not recommended, but on this trip we were “fishing” for bargains. Rumor had it there were good “catches” to be made at Goodwill, and we’d set our sights on “fishing” at one particular Goodwill store in Kewanee, IL. In the end, it was worth while. But a story doesn’t often start with the end, does it? No, a good tale usually also has a beginning and a middle.

This story begins in Cable, IL. It wasn’t foggy in Cable. My town sits low, in a valley. If ever it’s foggy in Cable, one probably shouldn’t venture out. We left and didn’t find fog until later; up the hill and down the road, as we neared Swedona. There, the fog was tree-top high.

Fog that reaches to the tops of the trees makes for a rather depressing road trip. The sun is dimmed, and the horizon isn’t visible. It’s as if someone has taken a bottle of “White-out” to the sky and turned everything a milky-grey. With the sky greyed-out, there is little to look at along the straight, table-flat roads of Henry County. Tractors, barns and the occasional hawk sitting on the fence-post for fear of flying in the fog; Those were the sights for this trip, until we reached Galva.

Near the town of Galva, someone has built wind turbines for generating electricity. These are extremely tall metal towers with giant fan blades attached to them. They are controlled by computers that track the wind-direction and endeavor to turn wind-energy into electricity for powering such household items as computers and fans. In the fog, one can only see the bottom of these huge, metal towers. These large poles seem odd when one cannot see all the way to the top. They are like Jack’s beanstalk climbing ever upward and vanishing into mystery.

For many people the Bible is a mystery. It’s easy for some to misunderstand Paul as he writes of the eternal future saying, “Now we see in a mirror dimly.” Folks read or hear that and think it applies to all of Christian belief. To them, faith is akin to driving in the fog. There are some things in life we can see and recognize, like the hawk on the fencepost or the base of the wind turbine. Most things above that, the higher spiritual things, are lost in a cloud of fog. To some, faith means believing in the wind turbine when all you have ever seen is its base. Or worse, you’ve never seen but only heard a story.

I think there is more to faith than that. To me, faith is not so much belief in some unseen set of concepts or ideas as it is belief in some One. Namely, faith is belief in Jesus, the Lord. Jesus claimed to speak to us of the Father (whom no one else had ever seen) and of heaven (where none on Earth have ever been.) Faith means trusting that Jesus knew what he was speaking about and told us the truth. “Believe in me…” Jesus says in many places in the Gospels. Do you? Is faith, for you, more than simply stumbling around in the fog? Is your faith in the person of Jesus Christ, as revealed in the Bible?

Here’s praying that we all arrive safely at the destination of our faith,

Pastor Clint

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