and their consequences
A breeze.
That’s all it was—soft, unnoticed, kissing the cheek of a child on an African plain as the sun rose. A moment of relief, and then it moved on. Forgotten.
But it did not die.
It kept moving.
Day by day, mile by mile, it gathered strength.
Fourteen days later, that same breeze stood on the shores of the United States as a hurricane—tearing homes from their foundations, uprooting lives, and leaving behind scars that would last for months, even years.
Nature shows us this truth:
every action carries consequence.
The smallest movement can become unstoppable force.
And so it is with us.
We tell ourselves, “It doesn’t matter. I’m only hurting myself.”
But it’s a lie.
Every word we speak, every choice we make, sends out ripples—seen and unseen—that touch the lives of others.
Look at your family tree.
Every branch tells a story of decisions made—of love found, of promises kept or broken, of children born and paths chosen.
The life you live now is shaped by choices made generations ago.
And the choices you make today will echo through those who come after you.
Somewhere in your past, someone chose a faith.
And that decision shaped everything:
the holidays you celebrate,
the values that judge you,
the very story you tell about yourself.
To change that story takes conviction—
to leave behind Ramadan for Christmas and Easter,
to walk away from the well-worn path into an uncharted one.
I am a Christian.
Jesus rewrote my family’s story and placed Himself at its center.
Once, I had faith—that Jesus is God.
Now, I have belief—
that He is God,
that He loves me,
that I can trust Him with everything.
In the days of David, the nations around Israel had faith too.
They believed Israel had a mighty God—one to be feared.
But they did not believe in Him.
They did not know His love.
And so I ask you,
as I ask myself:
Do you merely have faith that God exists?
Or do you truly believe—
trusting Him,
knowing Him,
and resting in His love?
The musings of Peter 