Where am I going? I’m going to the future. No matter how hard I try, I can’t go to my past. God and time make it a matter of physics that I constantly move toward the future. And a living faith is about the future, not the past or victories gone by.
Yes, it is true that traditions are a foundation for building, but a foundation all by itself is useless. As good a job as the builders did on the foundation of my house, we couldn’t live on the foundation alone. We wouldn’t have been safe from storms or the scorching sun. We wouldn’t have been able to entertain guests. In short, we can’t live on a foundation alone.
And if we didn’t live in the house we wouldn’t have been able to comfort a young man having an epileptic seizure on the sidewalk. We don’t keep a clean floor so that it would be free from danger as he thrashed about, but it was ready for him. We don’t have carpeting so that he wouldn’t have to lay on cold cement during the seizure, but he’s glad it was there when he needed it. We didn’t have phones installed so that we could call an ambulance for him, but he may not have survived without it. When we moved our couch into the house we had no idea it would be needed as a place for him to rest comfortably after the seizure had passed, but he appreciated it.