Day 3 - Faith is ...
Day 3
As the dawn began to warm the circle, the participants found the professor was already there. He had arrived early and had set up his props.
Where the professor’s chair had been the night before was a rather large white board. In the white board’s tray were an abundance of white board markers of every color you could imagine. Next to the white board was a portable screen, where the professor had lined up a projector that was hooked to his laptop. The screen showed a black background, except for the white letters centered which said Faith is complicated.
For the next 12 hours, the professor audio-video presentation, combining slides, charts, video clips, time/work progression charts along with hours of straight lecture, some accentuated with at least twelve different colors of white-board markers. The four in the audience maintained neutral faces, but seem to stay right with each point the professor drove home.
As the shadows began to engulf the circle, the professor erased the white board, turned off the projector and computer, and faced the four directly.
The professor looked at the imaginary wall where he had expected an imaginary clock to tell him how much time was left in class. He caught himself in this old habit, and quickly sat down.
Twenty minutes passed as each of the four in the audience pondered what they had just heard. The professor just sat with a stone face, but inside he was very happy with his presentation.
Once again, it was the young girl who rose first. She approached the professor, and pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. She wiped the imaginary sweat from the professor’s brow, re-pocketed the handkerchief, and left the circle. The others followed after a few minutes, the professor last. As he left the circle, he touched his forehead.
As the dawn began to warm the circle, the participants found the professor was already there. He had arrived early and had set up his props.
Where the professor’s chair had been the night before was a rather large white board. In the white board’s tray were an abundance of white board markers of every color you could imagine. Next to the white board was a portable screen, where the professor had lined up a projector that was hooked to his laptop. The screen showed a black background, except for the white letters centered which said Faith is complicated.
For the next 12 hours, the professor audio-video presentation, combining slides, charts, video clips, time/work progression charts along with hours of straight lecture, some accentuated with at least twelve different colors of white-board markers. The four in the audience maintained neutral faces, but seem to stay right with each point the professor drove home.
As the shadows began to engulf the circle, the professor erased the white board, turned off the projector and computer, and faced the four directly.
Faith is complicated.
You are saved by faith, and faith alone. But faith without works is dead.
My faith is different than your faith. Does that mean one of us is wrong?
There is no true right, no true wrong – only a multitude of levels with varying strengths and varying weaknesses.
The obvious fact that supports the complication of faith is tremendous number of
printed words which have been written explaining, exploring, expanding faith.
Faith is complicated.
The professor looked at the imaginary wall where he had expected an imaginary clock to tell him how much time was left in class. He caught himself in this old habit, and quickly sat down.
Twenty minutes passed as each of the four in the audience pondered what they had just heard. The professor just sat with a stone face, but inside he was very happy with his presentation.
Once again, it was the young girl who rose first. She approached the professor, and pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. She wiped the imaginary sweat from the professor’s brow, re-pocketed the handkerchief, and left the circle. The others followed after a few minutes, the professor last. As he left the circle, he touched his forehead.


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