Faith and Doubt
Some of you may remember an athlete named Spud Webb who once played for the Atlanta Hawks. In a game dominated by players averaging 6'6", Spud was only 5'6". And he could dunk a basketball. Very well. So well in fact that one year he won the NBA's annual dunking contest with an acrobatic assortment of 360's, reverses, and self-fed bounce pass Allie Oops. (For those of you wondering what the hell I'm talking about--believe me--these are extraordinary athletic feats) He beat the pants off of a bench full of some of the finest athletes in the world, and he did it giving up a full foot (sometimes more) in height.
Spud's calves and quadraceps, his knees and ankles, his hands and arms were not extraordinary, but his faith was. He not only believed he could elevate himself to remarkable heights, he knew he could because he and his faith had proven it. Did he ever doubt himself and his abilities? I'm sure he did, but not in the moment when he "took off", because doubt is dead weight to a leaper.
Everything is Everything.
Faith is faith: in the temple, in the field, in the cathedral, in the mosque, in a car at a stop light, in a quiet corner of a tiny Section-8 apartment, and on a basketball court.
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