"Now without faith it is impossible to please Him, for the one who approaches God must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who seek Him."
Hebrews 11 is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible. I love the old stories, the examples of faith in the lives of the often faithless. Faith does not mean perfection. Or even perfect belief. It's a hope in something that seems comprehensively incomprehensible.
Their stories give me hope.
Noah. Drunk and naked in his tent.
Abraham. Father of an illegitimate child with a servant girl.
Isaac. Showed favoritism between sons and lied saying his wife was his sister.
Jacob. Deceived his father and betrayed his brother.
Joseph. Haughty of heart.
Each one called faithful, obedient, believing, hoping, persevering, blessed.
In each of their lives, there was a time (and perhaps only a moment) when they experienced flawless faith.
But that is the "mustard seed" that Jesus spoke of (Matthew 17:20).
Perhaps we only have it on rare occasions.
Perhaps we only have a great hope and not a strong belief.
Perhaps that's enough.