Key

In earnest resolve and open heart I've sought the key to believing-- yet the inquiry up until now seems to have no destination. But, is believing maybe itself the only key? Does the decision and practice of pure faith then unlock the mystery that's so illusive to pursue along paths of curiosity and doubt? Is some tangible bond of trust completed only thru love and acceptance, unquestioned by proofs or data? Assuming the state of faith, becoming a choice made consciously with confidence from the unchartable mind of everlasting hope. Unbound by time or worldly concern, with faith alone the key to God's gift of grace, not for our righteous acts and decrees we are told in Scripture, but by salvation thru belief in the Creator. So, believing has no other key, it is the key. The missing element that completes the elegant formula of meaning, that fills the nucleus of the unknowable with new light. Faith is a dedicated decision to stop asking the very biggest questions of this existence. Faith already has all those big answers. Maybe they cannot be explained as such, but faith follows another calendar the world cannot easily read, as if in some millennium code or language of ancients. Does comprehension turn on our physical senses, or a sense of immortality? We learn to fly by launching off the cliff with all worries forgotten, and no trace of apprehension of outcome. And, we must believe that Scripture is the only errorless work of divine inspiration. This is the part of believing and faith, these straightjacket conditions and rules and protocols that feel like some impossible bureaucracy between me and God's promise, or at least even the possibility. This is the part of faith I cannot overcome, understand, or just decide. I'm restricted to love Jesus only as teacher, healer, not martyr or Savior or Son of God, not unless I accept Genesis to Revelations, no picking and parsing, all or nothing, in or out, no straddling or wavers. I'm taught that I cannot simply cherish and emulate, it's not enough, it won't protect me long after this body has fed the worms beneath the world; it doesn't seal my soul. No Resurrection, no Rapture, no matter how much the life of Jesus has filled my empty heart. Perhaps there should be, but there is no Baptism in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, or in the name of a silent, unyielding universe.