I was in my late twenties and had just been ordained as an Anglican priest. I had gone to England with nothing but a borrowed $1,000.00 and faith, believing that God wanted me to be an Anglican priest. It was an adventure living by faith and when I graduated and was ordained all my education bills were paid.
Now I was living in a clergy house with a salary and a car and my younger brother came to live with me. One day I said that it was boring now having a car and a salary and a house. I remember what it was like to live by faith. He said, "Then why don't you give away half your salary and live by faith again?"
So I did. Then he said, "By the way, I've seen that more people are going to come and live in your house so you're going to really have to live by faith." Sure enough, a group of guys came to live there in a kind of informal religious community. Some of them had jobs and contributed to the housekeeping. Others didn't. They were in their twenties. They were hungry.
So my brother started to get up early and bake bread. He went to the local bakery and bought a large forty pound bag of flour. The baker asked him how much bread he was going to bake and he guessed it would run out by September. He told my brother that he would have to use up the flour before September or it would get weevils. We didn't have much money and my brother made more loaves of bread than he had planned. Some days he would make two or three loaves and we ate it very fast. Warm, fresh baked bread is delicious.
By the end of November my brother said, "You know, I just notice that flour hasn't run out, and it doesn't have weevils, and I've been making about twice the amount of bread I thought I was going to.
When did the flour run out? When one of the other boys got a job and we had enough money to buy another sack of flour. Did we have a miracle of the multiplication of the flour? To this day I believe we did, although we didn't have proof.
Sometimes people say to me, "Boy, that's amazing! I wish I could experience a miracle like that!" Maybe you could, but you'd have to give away half of your salary (for starters)...and even then there's no guarantee. Living by faith is a risky business and the risks are great and who knows what will happen when you step out of the boat to walk on the waves?
Something will happen for sure, but you don't know what, and all you do know when you jump is that "underneath are the everlasting arms."
WOW! Father, one of your best posts yet...
ReplyDeleteIt does remind me however of one (local) priest who "stepped out in faith" and spent a huge amount on a parish office building and renovation; the parish got badly burned, priest got transferred by his Bishop, and parish is in huge financial trouble today several years later.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but one must be very sure he is grounded in the "rightness" of the step, and not putting others at risk, huh?
Blessings!
Of course, stepping out in faith with other people's resources is different from doing so with one's own.
ReplyDeleteThank you father. This was a beautiful story, and something myself and my husband very much needed right now. About a year ago I took a leap of faith and gave up my job, which was about half of our income. With the times being tough, I haven't been able to find work again, but we've managed to make due with what little we have.
ReplyDeleteSadly, things have been rather stressful for us the last month or so, and my husband has been struggling with losing hope and faith. I believe your story is exactly what he needed to hear right now. Thank you.
I like this post! Little miracles abound in our lives; we just have to be attuned to them because most likely they are very 'under-the-radar.' There were times when I honestly didn't know how we would pay for our mortgage or other bills, and money opportunities always came our way! I always put total trust in Our Lord and His Mother and have never been disappointed!
ReplyDeleteMiraculous? You bet!
I too remember what it was like to live by faith. I won't go into details but for about five years (over two decades ago) I truly didn't know how I was going to eat each day (and often, where I would sleep) and yet every day something happened to "provide". One can feel great tension on one level yet a great peace of soul and closeness to God on a far deeper level. I wouldn't want to go through the experience again but it was wonder-filled.
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ReplyDeleteYes!
It's the same Miracle that parents with large families can count on.
Many years ago, I watched a TV programme about people who had won substantial sums in the English football pools (like a lottery but some skill involved). One of the winners interviewed was a Father Curtin from Walsall in the English midlands who had entered the competition just once in his life. He had won enough to pay off his parish debts, the parochial school building fund and to buy an organ for the church (he gave the surplus to the needy and to some family members keeping nothing for himself). He informed the incredulous interviewer with shining sincerity that he knew for certain that he would win, when asked how he could know, he said because Our Lady never failed him when he asked Her for her help with a problem! He was old then so I assume that he is giving thanks in person as I write.
ReplyDeleteThese are the kinds of stories we need to hear more of! Going out in faith the God is the ONLY way to live, and letting Him take care of you is the way to go!
ReplyDeleteAre you still living on faith?
In Christ,
Don
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ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a book called Peace Like a River. It's fiction and in it something like this happens. I always had a little trouble believing that particular part of the story and yet reading yours I find myself saying, "I believe!" BTW - The book is a good read - http://www.amazon.com/Peace-Like-River-Leif-Enger/dp/0802139256
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