This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt. The prompt today is “promise.”
“I promise to attend the meetings of the society as regularly and as punctually as I can, and to help them by being quiet, attentive, and reverent.”
At the club I attended as a child, we were asked to stand and repeat these words once a month. Every month this would be preceded by the same discussion about the meaning of the word “reverent.” It seemed that we all had a sense of what it meant, but no-one could ever explain it concisely!
As I look back on this now, I remember it all felt slightly strange. Standing to repeat a promise, especially one with such unfamiliar words, was not something I was asked to do anywhere else, and it seemed old-fashioned. (To be clear, this was the late 80s/ early 90s – I am not nearly as old as this story makes me sound! 😉 )
But I also remember that those moments when we recited the promise were somehow characterised by a sense of peace and, dare I say, reverence.
This club was where I learned about the Bible, and making the promise each month reminded me that it was something to be taken seriously, to commit to. It showed me that it was important, and it cultivated a sense of respect for which I am grateful.
However, I’m also glad that, in the end, what really matters are not my promises, but God’s.
I’m relieved that salvation is based on his commitment, not on mine.
I’m thankful that even when, despite my efforts and good intentions, I fail to keep my promises, God is always faithful and his words can always be trusted.
His love is unfailing.
And his promises are sure.