Faith Crisis: by Ron Dunn

Author: Ron Dunn

What Faith Is and Why It Doesn't Always Do What You Want

Many well-meaning Christians confuse the key of faith with counterfeit keys, keys that bear a remarkable similarity to faith but are actually look-alike replicas. And when these bogus keys fail to open the doors of God's promises, some conclude that they are not of the "chosen few" and abandon any hope of living the life of faith.

But real faith never fails to open the door; it always achieves its goal. The question then becomes, "What is true faith? And how do I tell the difference between the truth and counterfeits?"

Faith Crisis helps you study the real thing, to get to know it so well, so thoroughly, that they will be saved from deception and be able to master the art of living by faith.

Features: Bibliography, Table of Contents
Physical Info: 0.61" H x 8.48" L x 5.56" W (0.63 lbs) 227 pages
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Publisher: Life Journey
US SRP: $ 12.99 US
Binding: Paperback
Pub Date: July 2007

Salvation is like a house built beside a broad and busy
highway. Like everyone else, I was born on that highway
and was spending my life following it to its
destination. At first the trip had been exciting and almost
effortless, the constant flow of the crowd carrying me along.
But the farther down the road I got, the more difficult things
became; my original joy had dissipated and I noticed that my
fellow travelers rarely laughed anymore and their occasional
smiles seemed forced. The backpack I had been issued at the
beginning of my journey had grown heavier each day, and I
was now permanently stooped from its weight. Worst of all, I
had been overtaken lately by an unexplainable fear of reaching
the end of the highway.
One day my attention was drawn suddenly to the side of the
THE HOUSE THAT
GRACE BUILT
Chapter 1
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highway to a magnificently constructed house. Over its narrow
front doors a sign silently announced in bold red letters:
“WHOSOEVER WILL MAY ENTER AND FIND
REST.”
I don’t know how I knew it, but I realized that if I could
reach the inside of this beautiful house I would be saved from
the highway and its destination. Pushing my way through the
mass of indifferent travelers, I broke clear of the crowd and ran
up the steps to the front door. But it was locked. Perhaps it’s only
stuck, I thought, and tried again. It refused to open. I was confused.
Why would someone put up a sign inviting people in and
then lock the door to keep them out? Not knowing what else to
do (I refused to return to the highway), I pounded on the door,
shouted for someone on the inside to open it, and tried to pick
the lock—but it was useless.
Suddenly a voice spoke my name, and I spun around. It was
the Builder of the House. He placed in my hand a key on which
was carved one word: FAITH.
Turning back to the door, I inserted the key in the lock,
twisted it, and heard a reassuring click. The door swung open,
and I stepped across the threshold. Immediately the backpack
fell from my shoulders, my back began to straighten like a wilting
flower reaching for the sunlight, and from deep within me
20 R O N D U N N
my soul breathed a sigh of relief as an extraordinary sense of
peace and well-being wrapped itself around me.
The Builder of the House welcomed me to my new home,
explaining that everything in the house was now mine to enjoy.
This was the house that grace had built, and faith was the key.
Surveying my new surroundings, I saw that the House of
Salvation was a house with many rooms and I was only in the
foyer. Across the way was a door marked Answered Prayer. Next
to it was another that said Daily Victory, and next to it, Every
Need Supplied. The row of doors, each promising some spiritual
blessing, stretched endlessly throughout the house.
The discovery of these other rooms puzzled me, for I failed
to mention that the foyer in which I stood was jammed with people.
It seemed that everyone who entered the house stopped in
the foyer, never advancing beyond it, as though the foyer were
the entire building.
This was little better than the highway. Couldn’t they see
that there was more to the House of Salvation than the foyer?
Surely the Builder intended every room to be occupied. Hadn’t
he said that everything in the house was ours to enjoy? I, for
one, had no desire to spend my life standing in a foyer. This was
my Father’s house; I was his child, and all he possessed was
mine.
I went to the door marked Answered Prayer, grabbed the
knob, and twisted. It was locked. I went to the next door, and the
next, and the next. All were locked. But this time I didn’t try to
pick the lock or knock the door down. I remembered my
encounter with the front door and knew you had to have a key.
Although I had been in the house only a short time, I had
somehow managed to accumulate a large number of keys.

Faith Crisis: by Ron Dunn Author: Ron Dunn
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What Faith Is and Why It Doesn't Always Do What You Want: Faith Crisis helps you study the real thing, to get to know it so well, so thoroughly, that they will be saved from deception and be able to master the art of living by faith.

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