In November of 1887, a boy by the name of William Whiting Borden was born. He’s undoubtedly unknown to you, and that’s probably how he would’ve wanted it. Nevertheless, in his day, Borden was a noteworthy descendant of a significant family.
When endeavoring to define faith in the biblical sense, teachers and preachers hasten to bring their audience to Hebrews 11. This, of course, is the “faith chapter,” or the “hall of faith” (as it’s commonly called), in which we’re made to see this heroic faithfulness as displayed in the lives of many prominent Scriptural figures.
The germ of sin is a distortion of right and proper affections. With man usurping God’s authority, so, too, did he adulterate the affections God instilled in him to have. Where before he loved righteousness and holiness and all that is good, now mankind is incessantly driven after perversion, pleasure.
We Christians are a forgetful bunch. We’re often confused and discombobulated. We so desperately want our goodness and virtue to account for something we’ve misrepresented the entire course of the Christian life — we’ve deemed our pious performance to be of greater weight, importance, and significance than the performing Person.
I think it’s safe to say that we’re in the midst of the Golden Age of smartphones. Every year, a new iPhone is released, which is touted to be the most amazing, incredibly crafted iPhone yet! There’s seemingly an endless array of Android phones as well, each seeking to garner attention from the masses.
Verse 81 begins the 11th stanza of Psalm 119, which serves to be not only its midpoint but also its midnight. The psalmist is brought into a place of deep anguish and depression, a state of nearly continual grief. Also obvious in this stanza, though, is his conviction to persist in reposing upon God’s Word.