Jesus has just come down from the Mount of Transfiguration with three of his disciples. Now he finds the other nine stuck in a situation for which they can do nothing helpful. It seems a father has brought his son to Christ’s disciples. The symptoms the boy exhibits are similar to epilepsy, but are actually caused by a demon, When the father asks Jesus if perhaps he can help, the following interaction ensues.
23 And Jesus said to him, “‘If you can’! All things are possible for one who believes.” 24 Immediately the father of the child cried out and said, “I believe; help my unbelief!”
Isn’t this where we so often find ourselves? We believe Jesus has the ability. We pray to God, knowing he is all-powerful and all-good. And still we doubt. Our faith falls short. We lack something in the area of true belief.
Eckhard Schnabel, in his Tyndale NT Commentary on Mark, describes the man, “He acknowledges his lack of faith, which is not an unwillingness to commit to Jesus’ power but an inability to believe in the face of immense odds, given that the nine disciples were unable to heal the boy.”
The reassuring thing is that this admission on the part of the father, “I believe; help my unbelief!” turns out to be enough of an expression of faith that Jesus heals the son. The demon doesn’t come out without a fight, but it is a fight that Jesus cannot help but win.
We need to be willing to express our faith in Christ and the lack thereof. Our belief and unbelief which somehow coexist in our torn and divided hearts. It is not a rejection of Jesus so much as a wavering acceptance with a desire for the waves to calm down. The doubts of the saint and those of the skeptic are of a different species entirely.
We believe Lord, help our unbelief! And help he will.