When I was growing up my mom made Chicken Soup for us when we were sick. Not chicken soup from the can, this was the real deal! Over the years I learned that she would make chicken soup from a whole raw chicken and boil it until there seemed to be nothing left of it. “That makes the best soup and heals the sickest kids!” she’d say.
As mom of my own I have also made chicken soup, but not nearly as often as my mom did, and I’d often forget to use it as a medicinal tool. I wasn’t that fond of boiled chicken meat and, truth be told, I’d begun to associate chicken soup with sickness, so I just didn’t want to make it. It wasn’t on my favourite meals list.
Now my kids are older, and I’m beginning to see the value of more natural and homemade cures. And chicken soup has come back into the radar. Funny thing is, now I quite love homemade chicken soup – I just don’t add the boiled chicken meat!
Recently I began to wonder how many times those of us who have grown up in the Christian church get tired of the medicinal qualities of our faith. We’ve heard so much about forgiveness and purity and holiness that we just get tired of it. We’ve lost the value of something precious. Sometimes it takes us becoming adults, or even elderly before we realize that what we once had was a good thing.
Today I’d like to challenge you to think back through the faith of your fathers and your childhood. What have you discarded that perhaps should have stayed? What have you lost that needs to be regained? Is it time for some old-fashioned faith in your heart?
I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother Lois and your mother, Eunice. And I know that same faith continues strong in you.
2 Timothy 1:5 (NLT)
Carla Anne Coroy