The author of Hebrews is racing through the hall of faith - Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel - and suddenly says 'time would fail me to tell.' There are too many stories.
That's comforting somehow. The stories that matter aren't just the famous ones. They're not just the ones that made it into the main narrative. There are countless stories of faithfulness that didn't get recorded, that nobody knows about.
My story won't be famous. My faithfulness won't be remembered. But the author is saying it matters anyway. That's freedom. I don't have to be significant to be valuable. I just have to be faithful, in the small ways, in the ways nobody sees.
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