For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever." And this is the word that was preached to you. 1 Peter 1:24-25
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
These words, written in 1875 by the English poet William Ernest Henley, are from the last stanza of the poem Invictus (Latin for Invincible). Henley describes the mindset, held by many, that men and women are in control of their destiny. But in today's passage, Peter presents a different philosophy.
Quoting the prophet Isaiah, Peter reminds us that man's life is as fleeting as the grass and flowers of the field. Some masters and captains we are ... stuck in the process of withering and fading. But there is a place we can go for help, a place that is living and enduring, a place that stands forever in contrast to our temporal existence.
So, is your hope in a personal ability to master your fate and captain your soul? Or is your hope settled in the truth and promises of God's Word that lives, endures, and stands forever? Just so you know, hope in yourself dies with you. Living hope carries you home.
Father, I turn the position of master and captain over to You. You lead, and I will follow. In Jesus' name. Amen.