The story of a father's faith
Mark 9: 14- 28
Let us turn to a story about a father's faith.
Jesus comes down from the mountain and walks straight into a scene of chaos — arguing, confusion, and a desperate father standing in the middle of it all. His son has been tormented since childhood by a spirit that throws him into fire, water, and danger. The disciples tried to help, but they couldn’t. The crowd is stirred. The father is exhausted. The boy is suffering.
And Jesus asks the question:
“What is going on?”
The father steps forward — broken, tired, and honest.
He explains the situation, then says something many believers feel but rarely admit:
“If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”
Jesus responds, that
“If you can? Everything is possible for the one who believes.”
“Lord, I do believe; help me with my unbelief.”
This father wasn’t faithless.
He was torn. He believed enough to come to Jesus, but he was weary from disappointment. He had faith, but it was shaking under the weight of years of pain.
This father teaches us:
• You can believe and still feel overwhelmed.
• You can trust God and still ask for help trusting him.
• You can bring your broken faith to Jesus — and he will not turn you away.
• You can let go of the weight you’ve been carrying and place it in the hands of the one who sustains and let it go.
Please go read the entire story because in verse 19:
Jesus teaches us something powerful in this moment:
• You can bring Him your faith and your fear.
• You can bring Him your belief and your doubt.
• You can bring Him your hope and your disappointment.
• You can bring Him your desire to trust and your struggle to trust.
He confronts unbelief, but He never rejects the one who admits it. He rebukes the condition, but He receives the person.
He names the problem, but He still extends His hand.
This is the teaching moment:
Jesus is not asking for perfect faith — He’s asking for surrendered faith.
Faith honest enough to say, “Lord, I want to believe, but I need your help.”
When Lost met Silence
The Beginning
Lost was a child when the world first betrayed her. Innocence stolen in the shadows, she learned early how to wear a smile that didn’t reach her soul. Silence, too, bore bruises—hers hidden in the bottom of bottles and the echo of fists. Both were kind-hearted, both abandoned by the women who should’ve held them close. And both, in their own way, were searching for God in places that couldn’t hold Him.
They met in the margins—two worldly Christians trying to walk a narrow path with broken shoes. Lost went to church, hoping the sermons might stitch her wounds. Silence came sometimes, her heart heavy with the weight of an abusive love and the haze of alcohol. They talked often, laughed sometimes, and cried often. Pain was easier to carry when it wasn’t named.
They drank to forget. They worshipped idols they didn’t recognize—relationships, approval, distractions. They didn’t know it was all idolatry.
When the cracks deepened. Lost was busy with parenthood and heartbreak. Silence was unraveling, quietly. They were both falling apart, but neither said it out loud. Lost didn’t know Silence’s battles—not fully. Not until it was too late.
But in the aftermath, something changed.
Lost began to seek Jesus—not in church, but in the quiet. In grief. In truth. She opened her Bible not for comfort alone, but for correction. She fasted. She prayed. She wept. She repented. She laid down the idols she once clung to and asked God to rebuild her from the inside out.
She began to understand that healing begins with truth, and freedom begins with surrender.
Now, Lost walks differently.
She walks with purpose—She looked back and saw the signs she’d missed—the moments when Silence needed more than conversation. She saw how they both had been searching for healing in broken places.
If you’ve ever been Lost… If you’ve ever known a Silence… If you’ve ever carried pain in secret or missed the signs in someone else…
Let this be your turning point.
Lay down the idols. Name the wounds. Invite Jesus into the places you’ve hidden. He is not afraid of your story. He is the Author of redemption.
Prayer
Heavenly Father, I bring You the pieces I've hidden, the sins I carry, the friend I miss - teach me to walk in truth, to love deeply and to see others with your eyes. Heal what's broken inside me.