EMPTY FAITH

                                   By

                              Phil Scovell




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                            By Phil Scovell

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                                             EMPTY FAITH


                                   By

                              Phil Scovell




               My attention was always arrested  by a huge transparent  bin
          of  chocolate candy kisses as a child.  It stood pretentiously in
          the  center of  the dime  store  that we  often  frequented.   It
          looked, as a kid, the height of a man and must have been at least
          four feet in diameter.   "How much would all those  cost?" I used
          to wonder as I stood in front of the huge display and dreamed  of
          eating  all of those  chocolates one at  a time.   "I could climb
          inside that big barrel and be buried alive in sweets," I mused.

               One day I  was in that same  store with my mother  and after
          searching for some  things on the second floor  of the department
          store, we walked down the steps to the main level.  There was the
          giant bin of candy chocolate  kisses but someone had forgotten to
          replace the lid.   I looked right down inside the large container
          and could  clearly see that the  barrel was hollow.   The immense
          container had  a cylinder  of cardboard rolled  up inside.   Only
          about two or three inches of candy lined the clear plastic walls;
          making passersby think  the transparent drum was  filled with the
          candy kisses.   It was a fake!   Somehow, though the barrel still
          contained lots of candy, I found myself disappointed.

               Years  later  I thought  of  that  experience.   It  was  so
          challenging as  a little boy to stand  in front of that monstrous
          display of sweet  candy and try to imagine its worth.  The little
          drops of chocolate were so numerous, their sweet scent was almost
          overwhelming.   The lights danced  off their shiny foil wrappings
          and made the display  seem so much more spectacular.   Imagine my
          disappointment when I discovered it was really only partly there;
          the whole barrel really wasn't filled with candy; most of it was,
          in fact, empty.

               I  wonder  if  God  sometimes  looks  down  from  above  and
          discovers  all  the  shine  and  glitter,  not  to   mention  the
          sweetness, is only on the  outside; the center being empty (void)
          of what is seen from without.  If so, why not be  filled with Him
          so what is seen is the whole of God's presence in our lives.


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