Our Cornerstone
King of Kings, Lord of Lords,
We praise you today as our cornerstone. As our rock and firm foundation by which we can build our fortress against evil. We know you have won the battle but it’s still comforting knowing the arrows that are still flying can’t land in our camp when we know you are with us.
Lord, as I meditate on Isaiah 28:16, and the idea of not panicking because you are our firm rock, I also think of Theodore Roosevelt’s “The Man in the Arena” speech. Lord, lead me to the arena today to do your will, your way.
In your name, amen.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
We praise you today as our cornerstone. As our rock and firm foundation by which we can build our fortress against evil. We know you have won the battle but it’s still comforting knowing the arrows that are still flying can’t land in our camp when we know you are with us.
Lord, as I meditate on Isaiah 28:16, and the idea of not panicking because you are our firm rock, I also think of Theodore Roosevelt’s “The Man in the Arena” speech. Lord, lead me to the arena today to do your will, your way.
In your name, amen.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
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