This morning, it’s a verse in 2 Timothy that has me thinking. Thinking about a faith that dwells.
Opening his letter to Timothy, Paul begins with some personal musings.
I thank God whom I serve, as did my ancestors, with a clear conscience, as I remember you constantly in my prayers night and day. As I remember your tears, I long to see you, that I may be filled with joy. I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well.
(2Timothy 1:3-5 ESV)
They had spent a lot of time ministering together. Though technically Paul was more the teacher and Timothy the student, their relationship was far more reflective of that of a father and his son as they shared many an experience together co-laboring for the gospel. But now they were separated. Paul being salt in a Roman prison, Timothy charged to contend for the light in a local church. And Paul writes to his young protégé with fondness and longing. He tells him that he prays for him, that he thanks God for him, and that he remembers him — remembering the tears that Timothy shed at their last goodbye, remembering the sincere faith, the faith that dwelt in him.
A sincere faith. The real deal. Sincere. True. Authentic faith. A saving faith. A sacrificing faith. A serving faith. A sustaining faith. Not a flash-in-the pan faith, but an enduring faith. Faith for the long-haul. The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Heb. 11:1 NKJV).
A sincere faith that dwells. A belief always abiding. A trust ever remaining, even through testing and trials. A hope at home within the heart of the believer. Not just an “occasional visitor” (thanx William MacDonald), but a forever friend. An integral part of his regenerated and reconstituted spiritual DNA.
An abiding faith, isn’t that what we all want? A foundation-providing faith, ever present and with no fear of failure? It’s power not in how much of it we can muster up, but in what our faith is placed upon. An ever-present trust in the steadfast love of a God who is, in His very essence, love. A remaining assurance of the unfathomable condescension of His Son who came to earth and of His forever finished work of taking on Himself our sin and paying the wages of sin we could never pay. An experience-confirmed conviction that the Spirit of God really was freely given us upon first believing and remains always the active agency for all that divinely dwells within — a sincere faith included.
Truly, we are not saved only by faith, but we are just as saved for faith. “As it is written, ‘The righteous shall live by faith.'” (Rom. 1:16-17).
Oh, for a sincere, unpretentious, authentic faith. Oh, that it would dwell in me as the always-present fruit of the fullness of God’s wondrous salvation.
Only by His grace. Always for His glory.
Amen?
