I’m getting ready to teach on James 1:1-4 this Sunday. I’ve always loved this passage. On gloomy days when hope seemed to escape me and despair imposed its grip on my joy, I’d live here:
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
The desperate, fragile faith can hold on to these massive, mountainous promises. From the jutting peak of James 1:2-4 a worn down, weary saint can look past the valleys of tribulation and see the horizon line of stability, security, and restoration that is promised to the tired traveler. The air up here is fresh and life-giving; the cold water restores the soul. The beauty is astounding. We need to go here, daily, lest we think that life consists of traffic jams, car horns, and brake lights.
God isn’t that small. There’s a much bigger story going on here.
Keep your eye on the horizon. Life is coming.