By Nathaniel E. Hocker on February 5th, 2020
I am a firm believer in having faith, though I acknowledge that the trust I possess is sometimes hard to maintain when the world seems flagrant around me, even harder when the society I live in seems untrustworthy. Do I stand tall, with my head held high, and push on in spite of the plight forced upon me because of my color, my hair, my subculture? That is the question that for some reason comes with much struggle . . . an everyday encounter.
In the America I call “home”, I also call it ‘strange’. I have never understood the feelings held by many, that I can’t succeed as well as they have; I can’t be in the same class as them; I can’t live my purpose without having to work 10 times harder, because I am different though man was created equally. What does this say about the legacy we will pass on as a people, as a so-called “free” country? It simply says, we have come far, but not as far as many would have you to believe. We have yet, much work to do . . .
My offering(s) to society is in the faith I keep, but it requires work. For I know that without work, all I then have is an ‘at will’ trust, a trust that works when convenient, and a trust that works when I deem it necessary to. Why, because no faith is truly alive without the necessary work required to maintaining it. It is simply dead; a book on the shelf for decades collecting the finest of dust, a baseball I begged my parents for and only used when I loved baseball, and likened to a carpet I grew tired of and replaced with hardwood floors.
I remind you, “Faith without works, is dead.” (James 2:14-26)