Blog #23: When Did Faith Start Feeling Like Work?

Category: Question · 3 min read

Not a rhetorical question. A real one.

Because there was probably a moment — and naming it matters.

Faith didn't always feel like this. You can sense that much, even if you can't say when it changed. There was a time it felt like rest. Like being held. Like something done for you, not something you were responsible for keeping alive.

And now it feels like effort. One more thing on the list. A relationship you're maintaining mostly out of duty, hoping the feeling comes back if you just keep showing up.

So when did that happen?

Most people can't answer right away, because it almost never happens all at once. Faith rarely collapses. It erodes. The shift is so gradual that one day you look up and the thing that used to carry you has quietly become something you carry.

But if you sit with the question — really sit with it — a moment usually surfaces. Or a season.

For some it was a prayer that went unanswered, and something in you decided, without announcing it, to stop expecting much. For some it was a loss that faith didn't prevent. For some it was the people — a church, a leader, a community that wounded you in the name of the very thing you believed, and you kept the belief but lost the trust. For some it was simply the season you became responsible for everyone, and faith got folded into the pile of things you were now in charge of managing.

That's usually where it turns. The moment faith stopped being something you received and became something you administer.

Here's why naming it matters.

Unnamed, the heaviness feels like a verdict on you. Like you're failing at something everyone else finds easy. Like the work-ness of it is proof that your faith is thin, or fading, or fake.

Named, it becomes a story with a cause. It got heavy around the time my father died. It started when that church fell apart. It changed when I became the one holding everyone together and ran out of room to be held myself. A cause is something you can bring honesty to. A verdict just sits on you. A cause can be tended.

The early believers had the same drift. Writing to a young church in Galatia, Paul asked it straight out: you began in the Spirit — are you now trying to finish by your own effort? (It's in Galatians 3:3, if you'd like to sit with it.) The pull to turn a gift back into a job is old. It is not a sign you are uniquely broken. You don't have to fix it today. You don't even have to know what to do with the answer.

You just have to be honest enough to ask the question and let a moment surface.

When did faith start feeling like work?

Sit with it. The naming is where the weight begins to loosen.

If something here resonated with you, The Direction Series was written for exactly where you are. I would love to invite you in — you can find it at directionseries.com.

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