I’ve arrived at an awkward point in the work on my next book: I know what this section of the book needs to do, but I’m not quite sure how to make it happen.  And to make matters worse, it has to be ready to photograph by the end of the week.  I hate this.

As I lay curled up in bed and dread this morning, a verse from scripture went through my mind. (That’s 3 times  in one week, and I don’t even like going to church.  Hmmm……)

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Now, the “evidence of things not seen” part is a no-brainer for me.  Flip a light switch.  I can’t see electricity, but there’s the evidence shining through the room.  Easy sneezy.

What I find much more fascinating — and potentially powerful — is the “substance of things hoped for” part.

Now, I’m not an athiest or an agnostic, but if I were would this still apply?  Heck yeah.  Ask Einstein.  He put it this way:

E = mc2
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Energy and matter are the same thing.  They are interchangeable.  So since faith and hope are thought, which is energy, they can, under the right circumstances, change into substance, which is matter — or things that matter (like my book). 

From here on, I have been trying to write an essay on faith that would, ultimately, kick me into gear on the book today.  Instead, I keep writing myself into a corner.  So I’m going to take a break, go for a walk, and have faith that when I come back my mind will be rested and clear (isn’t that what Sunday is about anyway?)

I leave you to think this over for yourself.  Happy Sunday.

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