There are two marble statues of lions at the main entrance to St. Augustine, Florida, the oldest city in the United States. They were aptly named “firm” and “faithful.” I’ve always admired them as works of art on my many trips there, but only recently learned their names. I’ve always strived to be found faithful, walking in the shoes of my dad, who was just that, but adding “firm” was an even better description of his demeanor. Nicknamed the “hard rock,” for his stubbornness, he had the reputation of sticking to his guns, yet all along remaining abidingly faithful. These are rare traits these days.
As soon as I learned of these names I was exhorted to become both, to be described in the end as both firm and faithful. I had the model of my dad, but more importantly that of Jesus Christ, who did not flinch when offering up his life for mine. It should be a terrifying thing to have squandered our brief time on earth equivocating, capitulating, and waffling, especially as it relates to gospel truth and leading an exemplary life.
But we are not of those who shrink back to destruction, but of those who have faith to the preserving of the soul. Hebrews 10:39
(Inspired by Hebrews 10:26-39)