I have come to define faith this way:

Faith is the knowledge that something exists or something is true without proof, or that an event will occur in the absence of reason and logic.

There is great strength in faith.  It is one of the core messages in my 2012 novella The Sixth Day, and that is why the Old Man asks his young protégé, “You got faith, Sam?”  When a person acknowledges that he has faith, he grows stronger… physically, mentally, and spiritually.

a young Wendell Berry at work

In deference to the many contemplatives and religious – Eastern, Western, North, South, Islam, Christian, Hindu, Jew, Buddhist, Baha’i, and otherwise – who have pondered faith through the centuries, contemporary writer Wendell Berry presents a better explanation of faith than any I have encountered.

Wendell Berry

Jayber Crow (2000) is the sixth of Mr. Berry’s seven ‘Port William’ novels.  Jayber is the town’s barber, gravedigger, and church custodian (circa the 30s – 70s).  As the story concludes, Jayber affirms that he is a man of faith and he helps us understand what that means by telling us the story of the Man in the Well…

'The Man in the Well' by Wendell Berry
“I am a man who has hoped, in time, that his life, when poured out at the end, would say, “Good-good-good-good-good!” like a gallon jug of the prime local spirit. I am a man of losses, regrets, and griefs. I am an old man full of love. I am a man of faith.

“Faith is not necessarily, or not soon, a resting place. Faith puts you out on a wide river in a little boat, in the fog, in the dark. Even a man of faith knows that we’ve all got to go through enough to kill us. As a man of faith, I’ve thought a considerable amount about a friend of mine (imagined, but also real) I call the Man in the Well.

“The now wooded, or rewooded, slopes and hollows hereabouts are strewn with abandoned homesteads, the remains of another kind of world. Most of them by now have no buildings left. Everything about them that would rot has rotted. What you find now in those places when you come upon them are the things that were built of stone: foundations, cellars, chimneys, wells. Sometimes the wells are deep, dug to the bedrock and beyond, and walled with rock laid up without mortar. Virtually every rock in a structure like that, if it is built right, is a keystone; it can’t move in or out. Those walls, laid underground where there is no freezing and thawing, will last, I guess, almost forever.

“Sometimes the well is the only structure remaining, and there will be no visible sign of it. It will be covered with old boards in some stage of decay, green with moss or covered with leaves. It is a perfect trap, and now and then you find rabbits and groundhogs have blundered in and drowned. A man too could blunder into one.

“Imagine a hunter, somebody from a city some distance away, who has a job he doesn’t like, and who has come alone out into the country to hunt on a Saturday. It is a beautiful, perfect fall day, and the Man feels free. He has left all his constraints and worries and fears behind. Nobody knows where he is. Anybody who wanted to complain or accuse or collect a debt could not find him. The morning that started frosty has grown warm. The sky seems to give its luster to everything in the world. The Man feels strong and fine. His gun lies ready in the crook of his arm, though he really doesn’t care whether he finds game or not. He has a sandwich and a candy bar in his coat pocket. And then, not looking where he is going, which is easy enough on such a day, he steps onto the rotten boards that cover one of those old wells, and down he goes.

“He disappears suddenly out of the lighted world. He falls so quickly that he doesn’t have time even to ask what is happening. He hits water, goes under, comes up, swims, or clings to the wall, inserting his fingers between the rocks. And now, I think, you cannot help imagining the way it would be with him. He looks up and sees how far down he has come. The sky that was so large and reassuring only seconds ago is now just a small blue picture of itself, far away. His first thought is that he is alone, that nobody knows where he is; these two great pleasures that were his freedom have now become his prison, perhaps his tomb. He calls out (for might not somebody chance to be nearby, just as he chanced to fall into the well?) and he hears himself enclosed within the sound of his own calling voice.

“How does the story end? Does he save himself? Is he athletic enough, maybe, to get his boots off and climb out, clawing with his fingers and toes into the grudging holds between the rocks of the wall? Does he climb up and fall back? Does somebody, in fact, for a wonder, chance to pass nearby and hear him? Does he despair, give up, and drown? Does he, despairing, pray finally the first true prayer of his life?

“Listen. There is a light that includes our darkness, a day that shines down even on the clouds. A man of faith believes that the Man in the Well is not lost. He does not believe easily or without pain, but he believes it. His belief is a kind of knowledge beyond any way of knowing. He believes that the child in the womb is not lost, nor is the man whose work has come to nothing, nor is the old woman forsaken in a nursing home in California. He believes that those who make their bed in Hell are not lost, or those who dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, or the lame man at Bethesda Pool, or Lazarus in the grave, or those who pray, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani.’

“Have mercy.”

In this time of pandemic and civil strife, I ask the Old Man’s question, “You got faith?” for indeed, a man of faith believes that the Man in the Well is not lost!

Mitakuye Oyasin

“Man of God”
words and music by Neil Diamond
from “12 Songs” copyright 2005

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  1. There has to be a hint of reality to have faith. Absence of reason or logic? At least a hint is needed. If there is a slightest chance, then I can have faith that it will happen and I have a reason to work toward that goal. I think he will climb out of the well even if he is old like me.

  2. I thought I would throw in a couple of verses to back up what you wrote. Hebrews 11:1: “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of of things not seen. Verse 6 in chapter 11 says: “but without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.”