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What a Silly Reason to Lose Your Faith

I listened to a podcast the other day where a comedian was talking about losing his faith. I was intrigued when I heard the preamble—I nearly always am, when the topic has anything to do with faith, whether losing it, finding it, or hanging on to it for dear life. As it happens, intrigue quickly gave way to a yawn. He had grown up in what sounded like a pretty conservative religious environment. He had imagined that faith was something like a formula where believing and doing the right things when it comes to God would yield desirable outcomes in life. And then his wife had left him. And his career had floundered. So clearly, his faith was misplaced. God didn’t exist. And I remember thinking something like—I’m not particularly proud of this, I confess—“Oh, is that all? What a silly reason to lose your faith.”

Prosperity gospel hucksters and their acolytes aside, the idea that faith is some kind of ticket to a life free of pain and struggle is, on the face of it, rather absurd. I can’t think of anyone who would lack empirical evidence to disprove this hypothesis. We all know people of faith whose lives contain hardship—sometimes far more than their share.

(Whatever it might mean to talk about a “fair share” of pain. Can a share in pain ever be fair?)

At any rate, in the past week alone, the following catalogue of suffering has been visited upon people of faith in my own little personal orbit:

  • Someone’s son was in a horrific car accident. Shattered legs, broken ribs, spinal injuries, head trauma, the whole works. It’s touch and go at this point if an amputation will yet be required.
  • Another’s mentally disturbed son tried to murder them and their spouse while sleeping. It’s like something straight out of a horror movie. Words can’t even begin to…
  • Yet another’s brother received a diagnosis of advanced, aggressive pancreatic cancer. A diagnosis that means… well, we know what it means, don’t we?
  • Oh, and my eight-year-old nephew broke his femur. Which is a rather significant bone to break, I discovered.

That’s one Monday-Saturday’s worth of counter-evidence to the thesis that faith = a life free from pain. All of these things happened to people of faith, committed Christians who pray and worship and believe all the right things about God and Jesus and everything else. And this is, again, just one little personal orbit. We haven’t even begun to talk about war and poverty and sexual exploitation and global injustice and all of the other heartache that daily fertilizes our myriad news feeds.

And of course we could go beyond the relatively small sample size of what happens to be within our immediate view. We could cast a glance toward history. We could read our bibles (and perhaps a bit less selectively, a bit less determined to root out a formula). Pretty much every character on its pages suffers something along the way. There are no easy roads when it comes to faith. And of course, the character of Scripture’s grand narrative suffers. Jesus. God Incarnate. Not even God avoids suffering, if the Christian story is to be believed. So to be people of Christian faith is, on some level at least, to be a participant in the pattern of Christ, suffering, dying, rising to new life. We’re pretty eager for that last bit of the equation, not so much the first two.

So all this is to say that when I hear someone say, I lost my faith when something bad happened in my life, my instinctive response is to think, “Well, what on earth did you think was going to happen here?” It makes me think that this faith must have been constructed with rather feeble materials. It makes me wonder how someone could ever be exposed to the suffering Christ, however inadequately, and not imagine that the road to salvation might go through pain. As Kate Bower, a young professor at Duke Divinity School who is currently working out her faith in the context of cancer, puts it:

The promise of heaven to me is this: some day I will get a new set of lungs and I will swim away. But first I will drown.

And yet.

It’s very easy to make grand pronouncements about the theological place of pain. Particularly as someone who has suffered very little. It’s one thing to coolly survey the wreckage in my orbit and be able to tell a plausible theological story about what suffering is doing in the system. It’s quite another to be staggering through the valley of the shadow personally. Everything—whether staggering or believing, drowning or swimming away—feels different when it’s personal.

So, perhaps the silliest thing of all is to make pronouncements like, “What a silly reason to lose your faith.” It too easily locates the losing and finding and clinging to the faith in the realm of bloodless abstractions, dreary rationalizations that reduce God to the solution to an intellectual problem. Whatever else we might say about faith, it is surely most often won and lost and clung to in the realm of the existential—in hopes, however misplaced, dashed, in loves lost, in imagined certainties exposed as opportunities, however unwelcome, to trust. I suspect that losing one’s faith is often a lot less like a resigned “Ah, I had the wrong answer to the question!” than an anguished “I thought you loved me!”

So, as is so uncomfortably often the case, it’s probably best to withhold judgment. God alone is qualified for such a task; and God alone is the One with whom each of must deal. And if there’s one more thing that we, as Christians, are almost obligated to believe it is that what is lost can yet be found.

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  1. Paul Johnston #

    This was a perplexing post to respond to. The bullet pointed tragedies are most worthy of their own space and consideration. I had to rest in the Spirit so as to provide something useful. Thank you for writing in a way that sends me to the Lord.😊

    With regard to the tragic circumstances, know that the Lord is present in them. Know also that it is more than prayer that is asked of us in these situations. Fasting is essential. Examjne your conscience quietly, the Spirit will meet you there. Discourage all efforts on your part to define the terms of your fast. The Spirit will intuit and you will understand. Wait patiently. If nothing comes don’t be discouraged. Try again later. If something does come, acknowledge the prompting consciously. Thank the Lord for illuminating your mind with His will and pray for His grace and His strength to enable you to complete your fasting.

    In all things remember that our prayer can only be that, “His will be done.” Take heart though, we have a God who loves His, “sheep” beyond all human comprehension. His will for us is very often our “goodwill” towards others.

    February 20, 2018
  2. Paul Johnston #

    As for the man in your account, he may have lost something but I don’t think it was faith. Sounds more like he just lost interest.

    He invested in an activity expecting a specific outcome, when he didn’t achieve his objectives, he abandoned the activity.

    He did not realize that having faith is to know God, to know yourself, to know others. Without faith all of the above remain shrouded in mystery. All we have left our are desires. Desire alone warps our view and enslaves us. All that is left are relationships where everything only exists to us, is of value to us, insofar as it serves our wants.

    Faith, as I have experienced it, is predicated on a sincere desire ha ha….to be something more than the sum of my desires. Real faith came when I had no other place to turn. I was feeling ruined by life and my responses to it. Crying out to God (my first experience of faith) was all that was left.

    How sad then, from my point of view, that at the very moment when faith came calling, this man turned away.

    February 21, 2018
    • Yes! Beautifully expressed, Paul. How sad that when faith—real faith, not just an extension of self-interest—comes calling, so many of us turn away.

      February 21, 2018

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