King George VI said in his holiday message to his people during the darkest year of the war: “I said to the man who stood at the Gate of the Year, ‘Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.’ And he replied, ‘Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.’”
The King of England summoned a higher power to lift spirits ravaged by war. My humble faith leans to the practical and mundane. Still, faith on any level requires trust and the belief that someone somewhere, cares.
I submit to you certain areas in which faith keeps me going, whether around the block or across the psychic universe. I invite your additions.
Faith that that manhole has a cover.
Faith that both shoes are brown.
Faith that your guide dog won’t chase that squirrel up the telephone pole.
Faith that other people are a lot like you.
Faith that strangers are eager to help.
Faith that the lull in the conversation does not mean she has walked away.
Faith that there are no soup stains on your tie.
Faith that the hand extended toward you holds no weapon.
Faith that the pharmacist put the right pills in the right bottles.
Faith that the sun remains a reliable indicator of direction.
Faith that there will always be someone nearby who sees better than you.
Faith in the goodness of the human spirit.
Faith that accepting help will enrich you both.
Faith that you are on the sidewalk and that car is in the street.
Faith that if you slip and fall on the ice, you won’t land on top of your laptop.
Faith that what you just stepped in is not what you think it is.