The Difference Between Truth and Faith

I get those light-as-air floating dreams quite often.  It’s so real, I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

In my dreams, the pinches hurt.  Reassured that this is, indeed, not a dream, I go about my day, bounding and floating on gossamers of light.  I even show family and friends how to do it.

“It’s all in the mind.”  I announced with purposeful glee.  “Allow the possibility to become real, and it will become fact.”

“You have so much FAITH!”  They cry in distress.  “How can I cultivate this much FAITH?”

“It’s not Faith,”  I laughed.  “It’s understanding and acceptance of the Truth.”

They looked at me with skepticism.  After all, isn’t FAITH one of the magical properties of the Bible, as specified in the book of Corinthians?   “Three things will last forever–faith, hope, and love.  But the greatest of these is love.” ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13

I shook my head.  “I’m not denouncing Faith.  In fact, I am all about Faith, Hope, and Love.  But in this matter, it is not Faith that drives me, it is the knowledge that it is, indeed, Truth.”  I said, pointing to myself.  “I have no doubt that I am doing this now.  This is not my Faith working.  This is my Truth.”

I took a step and bounced up into the air, hovering above them.  As my body sank to the ground, I leapt once again, moving through the atmosphere and lightly brushing shrubs and branches to steer myself.  Coming ever closer to the edge of a pond, I aimed for the water and took a single step on the water’s surface, bounding once again, into midair.

A few steps more and it looked as if I could walk on water, when in reality, I was merely utilizing the surface tension of the water to bound upward.  In this manner, I traveled huge distances with very little energy exerted, and within minutes, had bounded back to my family, sinking to the surface next to them.

“Give it a try,”  I urged.  “You have nothing to lose but a little bit of gravity.”

I held out my hand and smiled.  With hesitation, they reached out to take my hands.  I gave them an encouraging nod and bounced upward, lifting them up.

And up they went.