Friday

Faith: Believing without Receiving

Heb 11:13 All these people died still believing what God had promised them. They did not receive what was promised, but they saw it all from a distance and welcomed it. They agreed that they were foreigners and nomads here on earth. (NLT)

I'm writing this on Thursday night, and it's late. I’ve had a long day, but I can’t sleep until I write what I've witnessed today in the last of a leader’s conference I was part of in Charlotte. I want to deny what I see in this scripture in Hebrews, but there it is. In black and white, it’s as plain as day.

“All these people DIED STILL BELIEVING what God had promised them. They DID NOT RECEIVE what was promised…”

I want my faith to get stuff for me. I want to believe for something, and receive it. Isn’t that’s what faith’s for? Believing and receiving?

I just came home from spending another day with apostolic leaders from all over the world. Most of them are older than me (and that’s getting old). Here’s what I discovered today after spending time with these exceptional men.

Almost all of them are still visionaries. They continue to see things and have dreams just as if they were 30 years old. And they believe God wants them to accomplish what they see. I talked to one leader, 68 years old, who just planted another church. While his wife thought they were winding down their ministry, he declares that he’s not even sure this is his last church plant!

But the fact remains, some of them will run out of time. Some will die, still believing, and never obtaining what they feel God promised. They see it from a distance, but never embrace it up close.

I’m learning that God honors the men and women who believe in spite of not obtaining the prize.

I admit it. I don’t like this. Me? I want to believe and receive.

BUT…if I want to be faithful, I must be willing to die FULL of faith. Still dreaming. Still seeing. Still believing. That means my faith had the power to see it and obtain it from afar, but not necessarily in the here and now. Faith never dies. People do.

What happens to our faith when we die before receiving what we believed for? I think our faith simply obtains it for the next generation that follows us. David left the building of the temple to Solomon, though, by faith David saw it.

This is simply and aspect of faith I’ve got to learn to live with. And it will be worth it all when, after I die faithful (FULL of faith), the next thing I hear is, “Good job, faithful servant. Enter into the joy of the Lord.”

Good night.

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