It was almost over. I waited on the other side of the gate as everyone unloaded from the ride. It wasn’t a huge ride, but big enough that younger children had an adult that rode along. Our children were past that stage, so I smiled, waved, and took the memory keeping snapshots.
The ride stopped, and everyone unloaded, heading quickly for the exit gate. The first person pushed. It didn’t open. They looked around for the person making sure the ride went smoothly. Others came. Adults pushed. The line was getting long . . . On both sides of the gate. All were looking around, trying to figure out why the gate wouldn’t open.
Then, one small boy — not over intelligent looking — just an average boy stepped up to the gate. He saw things different than everyone else. He simply pulled instead of push — and what do you know! It opened!
I nearly laughed aloud. One small boy with the ability to simply pull instead of push opened the gate so everyone else could get out into the open space.
Remember another young boy? The armor didn’t fit. He saw things differently. He used a sling and a stone.
Then, there was the One who taught in the temple. He, too, saw things differently. He thought his parents would know He was “about His Father’s business.”
Faith has a vision all its own. Born into the hearts of those who embrace its vision it takes its viewers to places others rarely even imagine. Faith that sees beyond leads with a hope that others want to follow. It sees things differently — heads into the open places — sometimes takes it’s victory stance with a “sling and a stone,” — and, always is about the Father’s business.
Jesus, give me eyes of faith!