On any given Sunday, as you gather to worship the Lord, take a close look around. What do you see? If you’ve been a member of your church for very long what you’ll see is a fairly representative cross section of humanity: suffering, struggles, imperfections-faltering legs, drooping hands and bowed backs. The great “House of God” looks more like a pup tent, doesn’t it? It appears that it is about to be blown away by the storms of life!

     As we join the assembly, week in and week out, it is often difficult to look past what we see with our naked eyes. Do we ever get even a glimpse of what God sees? We see our fellow pilgrims and ourselves for what we are: as human as human gets. In some churches one saint can barely speak to another. Too much history, too much pain, too much scarring.

     As a community, we can’t help but notice the empty pews where deeply loved and now sorely missed saints once sat. Taken from us before their time. How can we not see their surviving families: often in crisis, always in pain, never fully understanding.

      Oh no, in this spiritual pilgrimage seeing is NOT believing. Seeing hurts, seeing confuses, seeing discourages. In this walk to Promised Land hearing is believing.

     God has spoken. His word is final, his word is powerful, his word is sufficient, and his word is Jesus. It is in believing the spoken word of God that we enter into His rest (here and now by faith; then and there in triumphant procession).

     We are fallen, broken, weak and frail human beings. Confession of that fact is good for the soul; however, self-pity and prolonged obsession with human sin is an exercise in futility. Fixating on our sin-induced damage is not the answer. Believing that Jehovah has remedied the human condition is the answer.

     Ignoring what we see-that is the challenge. Believing what we have heard-that is the victory!