A small boy was riding an open trolley home from Sunday School years ago with a tract titled "Faith in God" clutched tightly in his hand. He lost that grip, however, trying to maintain his balance and a gust of wind carried his tract out the door and down the street.
The boy cried, "Oh no! I've lost my Faith in God!"
Adult passengers nearby laughed at his unusual choice of words. One, more sober than others observed, "Most people couldn't tell you just when they lost their faith in God. It just slipped away without much notice."
How firm a grip do we have on our faith? Could it slip away without much notice?
