Faith is not a theory we hold in our minds,
nor a word we speak with our lips.
It is the way we walk,
the way we love,
the way we suffer and forgive.
I was reading an opinion piece by David Brooks in the New York Times when I came across Tomas Halík’s words: “A person’s way of being human is the most authentic expression of their belief or unbelief.” His insight struck me with the force of revelation. Our lives are the truest sermons, spoken not in sentences, but in gestures of compassion, in patience with the weak, in courage when the night is long.
What we say about God may fade,
but how we embody God cannot be hidden.
Every act of kindness,
every surrender to truth,
every offering of self
becomes a testimony written in flesh and spirit.
To live faith is to live as gift:
received from God,
given to others,
returned in love.
It is to let the soul’s blueprint unfold—
to become what we were always meant to be:
witnesses of truth,
bearers of beauty,
servants of love.
And so the question lingers:
Does my way of being human
reveal the God I profess?
May my life speak louder than my words,
and may my faith be known
not by what I say,
but by how I live.
Smitten With Goodness 