I sat in the dark atop a mountain overlooking a lost city. Above my head, a Mindanaon downpour assaulted the tin roof of the bungalow I called home. I had just learned that my best friend from high school had died. Along with the torrential rain came a flood of memories, both good and bad. About the time my friend turned 20, he had trusted in Jesus. But just a couple of years ago, he told me, "I no longer believe in the so-called God." That statement haunts me. I can't vouch for my friend's spiritual beliefs; neither can I vouch for the beliefs of the band Collective Soul. Still, much of their music resonates with my spirit. And on this dark night, their song "Maybe" captured my thoughts precisely: Where am I to take refuge when the storms of pain release. Shelter me. This blessedness of life, it sometimes brings me to my knees. I call on Thee. And I have not the words to write a farewell to you tonight. Maybe God you found. "Maybe" is all that you can offer now. It's that refrain "maybe" that gets me. How much more comforting is another song by Collective Soul! "Once was blind but now I see; salvation has discovered me. This precious declaration means I believe all hope is dead no longer." I don't know where my friend is. But through it all, my faith remains in Jesus, who made this precious declaration: "My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from Me" (John 10:27-29). In the end, it isn't about idle words we may say; it's about what Jesus did and said! And it's about our heart-belief toward Him. I've chosen to believe Him. Life is far too short to trust in maybe. , Tim Gustafson
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