Some days I pick up The Good Book and it’s a surgeon’s knife.
The story begins with Daniel, a young nobleman taken by force into captivity in Babylon, sometime around the year 600 BC.
Daniel, serendipitously chosen to be trained in service to the King, is assigned a daily amount of food and wine from the King’s table. However, Daniel resolves not to defile himself with the royal food and wine, considered ceremonially unclean according to his faith. And even though refusing the King would likely cost him his life, Daniel stands firm in the courage of his convictions.
I lay down The Book. The two-edged knife-words cut deep… “the courage of his convictions”.
The probe digs deeper still: when have I demonstrated the courage of my convictions? The confidence to do what I believe is right, even though other people may not agree or approve?
I tend to capitulate far too often in order to keep peace (many times sacrificing my own inner peace in the doing). Yet I have stood firm a time or two in demonstrations of the courage of my convictions, albeit with shaking knees.
For me, those demonstrations of the courage of my convictions have resulted in my greatest life lessons. Yet I suspect, albeit with shaking knees, that more opportunities await just around the corner.
So I pray that I might first listen well. And then, if need be, I pray for the courage of my convictions.
Love & Peace,
“But you, take courage! Do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded.” 2 Timothy 1:7
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