Faith is really openness. The opposite of faith is not doubt, but rigidity. It is false certainty, bought at the price of losing one’s connection with life. It is a flimsy shelter, defended all the more violently for it.
Faith is not believing, really. It is putting all worries from your mind and living simply and honestly, forgetting tomorrow, forgetting yesterday, and rushing headlong in the experiences–good and bad–of each day.
The mustard seed does not need to believe to increase in size a hundred or thousandfold. It simply has to continue doing what is in its nature every day and, given the right climate and nutrients, everything else takes care of itself.
At the most basic level our task is to simply keep living. That is, I think, sufficient. Life is hard enough without compounding it endlessly with added weight.
“Sufficient unto the day are the evils therein.”
I have to say the New Testament seems to be opening up to me a bit.