“Does the life of faith ever get easier?” asked the student. “It must get easier as you move through life’s stages.”
The white-haired teacher laughed. “No, no. It only gets harder. Faith is a knife, and its job is to cut. Why would it stop cutting? That would mean it was dead. There’s always one more layer below the one that faith has just conquered, and some layers are tougher than others.”
“So this pain…”
“Do you want it or not?”
Appreciate your writing, George. I would have to say that in some ways faith does get “easier” as we age, in the sense that seeing God faithful in the very little things I am willing to totally release to him in the beginning, encourages me to learn to trust him with the bigger things. As I write this, I realize how ridiculous we are to ever wonder if God can be trusted with the things that are important to us.