At our Zion, we held a media exhibition. Each day, people streamed in—curious, eager to learn about the Church of God—and witnessing their realization and joy brought me quiet happiness. I had been assigned to help manage the exhibit, a task I initially assumed would be simple. After all, the materials weren’t going anywhere. As summer unfolded, things grew more complicated. The rainy season brought thick humidity, which began to affect the books and items on display. The brothers and sisters overseeing the exhibition became increasingly busy checking the lighting, adjusting dehumidifiers, tending to each detail with quiet diligence. Watching their care stirred a reflection in me: perhaps faith, too—though it may appear firm and unshakable on the surface—is quietly upheld by such unseen, devoted attention.
“But I have prayed for you, that your faith may not fail.” Lk 22:32
In that moment, I realized: the reason I’ve been able to keep my faith all this time is not because of my strength, but because of the prayers of love offered for me by Heavenly Father and Mother. The thought that Heavenly Mother lifted Her hands in prayer for me this early dawn, too, filled me with both gratitude and quiet remorse.
Now, I want to be different. I want to examine my faith and tend to it carefully, so that I no longer add to Heavenly Mother’s burdens. As She tirelessly seeks Her lost children, I will stand beside Her—in prayer, in preaching—striving to become a mature child of faith, one who brings joy and relief to Her loving heart.