winter-roadTraveling to Bethlehem preparing my heart for worship of the first advent of Christ; I am reminded of how quickly we forget the power and majesty of Jesus. We experience a profound and illuminating morning, quiet time with the Lord then . . .

one phone call,

one email,

one grumpy child,

one slight change to our ‘planned’ day and

His closeness,

His comfort,

His joy is lost.

It makes me feel a little better when Scripture documents the same “unbelief” existed with the disciples. After all, they had Jesus in the flesh!  So don’t I get just a little ‘break’? 

But I know the end of the story — the disciples did not.

In Matthew 15:32-39 Jesus is faced with feeding 4,000 people. The disciples are clueless; as their question reveals (v. 33) “Where would we get so many loaves in this desolate place to satisfy such a large crowd?” Fair question, isn’t it? At first glance we might answer, ‘yes’ BUT turning back one page of my Bible discloses that they had just done the very same thing {argueably the same day} — Jesus miraculously fed 5,000 people with 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish (Matthew 14:13-21).

Wow! How could the disciples forget the miracle they had just witnessed?

How could they forget the supernatural power which provided for the physical needs of the crowd?

How could they forget any detail of that amazing experience?

The same way I quickly forget . . .

the Scripture I read this morning,

the promises God makes to me through His Word,

visibly, answered prayers,

the mercy He gives when I repent, and

the noticeable grace He showers upon me.

Heavenly Father, I do believe, help my unbelief (Mark 9:24)