Into the Beautiful~ Faith Without Coattails

When I was a child I rode on the coattails of my mom’s faith.  I watched her live it out every day.  I admired her strength, her wisdom, and her ability to joyfully persevere through suffering and pain.

When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?”
“Well,” they replied, “some say John the Baptist, some say Elijah, and others say Jeremiah or one of the other prophets.”
Then he asked them, “But who do you say I am?”
Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”
~Matthew 16: 13-16

I read those verses in Scripture and was reminded of how important it is to get to a point in our lives when we are able to answer the second question.

Forget what the world tells you or how everyone else answers the question…what really matters is what you believe…but who do you say I am?

For many years, I didn’t have an answer for the second question Jesus asked his disciples. I would point to my mom and say, well she says you are the Savior. Since I loved and respected her, I believed it too. Yet, there comes a time in our lives when what others believe wont be enough anymore.

Faith will crumble if we try to live it out vicariously.

Because, what happens to our belief when the coattails are no longer there to hold onto for support?

Who do people say the Son of Man is?
But who do you say I am?

After my mom’s death, I took a journey. I didn’t know it then but it was a quest which would lead me to an answer to that second question.

I do have an answer now.

No coattails are needed.

Question: Have you ever believed just because someone else told you it was true? Was there a time when that belief was put to the test?

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8 thoughts on “Into the Beautiful~ Faith Without Coattails

  1. bill (cycleguy)

    When i was in high school I vicariously grabbed a hold of my pastor’s faith. When he left I fell apart. Nothing drastic. No dark night of the soul. Just a wandering soul. I realized I had to come to my own faith. I am glad I went through that because now I can warn others of it. I also tried really hard to make sure my girls had their own.

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  2. Tracy

    My dear friend, I can relate to your words here. I hate(d) my mom’s cancer, but it did bring me to a crossroads in my faith. (I can’t believe she has only been gone 3.5 months) But in the end, it deepened my faith in a God who does strengthen us and uphold us with His righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10) I appreciate your transparency sister. God bless 🙂

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    1. Eileen Post author

      It’s amazing isn’t it. 3.5 months can feel like an eternity when were grieving. But I know He’s been there holding your hand the whole time. Love you, Tracy.

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  3. Jenifer

    Oh Eileen, you always encourage me so much! Thank you for sharing your heart!!

    I tend to believe anything. I have to be very careful when reading books/devotionals because I can be convinced of anything. I am learning to constantly go back and check the Word and pray.

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    1. Eileen Post author

      I used to have a pretty naive streak too, Jenifer. And, on somethings I still do. You are right, clinging to the Word is what keeps us on track.

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