Let me be completely honest with you. For years, I didn’t like Hebrews chapter 11. For those who don’t know, Hebrews 11 is often considered the hall of fame of Christianity. All the Old Testament hotshots are in there. Yet, I never really liked it.
My main reason was I knew too much about some of the people in the chapter. It’s full of people who have done some awesome things for God, but who have also done some terrible things. The chapter includes heroes of the faith, who also happen to be womanizers, drunks, liars, schemers, doubters, adulterers, and more. Failures. The chapter is full of people who all had skeletons in their closets, who did some awesome things, but failed tragically in other areas.
Yet, the beauty of Hebrews 11 is that I too am a failure.
If the Bible wiped out those blemishes on those lives mentioned, then I would be hopeless. I’d read it and know there was no way I could ever be like that. The beauty of Hebrews 11 isn’t the amount of faith these people showed, it’s their failures. Because all of a sudden it isn’t a chapter about awesome people, it’s about the faith of very real people. When I fail, I’m reminded that I’m in good company, and God isn’t done with me yet.