Ken and I have been reflecting a lot lately on the nature of faith. What is it? What is it good for? Beyond the salvific function, what does faith have to do with living each moment? I'm not sure that we've come up with any good answers yet, just more questions. If Jesus said that if we have faith the size of a mustard seed we could tell mountains to move into the sea, I must not have even that much faith because I've yet to move even a grain of sand. I suppose that my faith muscles need a little development!
This week a newly single mom asked if we would be friends with her and her son, and it left me wondering at the complexity of relationships. When we're children, we feel free to ask other children if they will be our friend. How do adults build new friendships? Not the kind of friendship that talks merely about the weather, work, or grocery prices, but the kind of friendship where people are free to be themselves, take off their masks, and say this is who I am. I'm struck by how much we adults complicate things. I think that maybe I will take a cue from this new friend and just ask, "Will you be my friend?"
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