THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Perpetual Quietness
By Bobby Davis
March 12th, 2026
“He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them His way.” Psalm 25:9
After several days of brooding on a problem, I was uncomfortable, but I suddenly thought of my friend Tom, and called him up. He’s a wise man, I thought. Maybe he can help me with this.
However, as we sat in the restaurant trying to carry on a conversation, my frustration was going up. The music was loud and the crowd seemed to be mostly made up of teenagers, who were loud, too! With great effort, I managed to tune their noise out, but the more I talked, the more agitated I became.
“I know, I know. When I’m disturbed like this, there’s always something wrong with me,” I admitted. “But I just can’t let people wipe their feet on me. Is it so wrong to expect them to treat me with a little respect?”
Tom looked at me curiously. “It’s not like you to be so upset about stuff like this,” he observed.
“Yeah, but I take my commitments seriously!” I snapped. “After all, I’ve set time aside in my busy schedule for them, and then, at the last minute, they just decide there’s something else they’d like to do? I’m tired of it!”
Tom grinned (which I didn’t like so much), and then began asking me questions. I knew what he was up to. Socrates had made this method of teaching famous by answering every question with another question. If Tom could ask the right question, he might help me come up with the right answer. But tonight, I just wasn’t in the mood.
There was talk of hurt pride and ego, but since I could justify my anger, I wouldn’t hear it. Then, at one point, my statements were so ridiculous that Tom began to laugh. “Man, would you listen to yourself?” he asked, but I failed to see the humor.
This went on for two hours. Two wasted hours of my life—and I’d gotten nowhere.
Finally, he paused, giving me a kind smile. And when he finally spoke, it was from his big heart—and it cut right through to mine. “Well, when I get this way it’s because I’ve just lost my humility,” he said—and even as those last words came out of his mouth, my heart opened up to receive them.
Finally! There it was. I’d lost my humility—and my serenity with it.
My mind went back to a famous quote I’d memorized, written by the South African religious leader, Andrew Murray. “Humility. Perpetual quietness of heart. It is to have no trouble. It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore; to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised, it is to have a blessed home in myself where I can go in and shut the door and pray to my Father in secret and be at peace, as in a deep sea of calmness, when all around and about is seeming trouble.”
As I reflected on those magnificent words, my body relaxed and I drifted down to a soft landing. I had my answer. I was still teachable. I could bow to my Father in secret, and let it go.
Perpetual Quietness
By Bobby Davis
March 12th, 2026
“He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them His way.” Psalm 25:9
After several days of brooding on a problem, I was uncomfortable, but I suddenly thought of my friend Tom, and called him up. He’s a wise man, I thought. Maybe he can help me with this.
However, as we sat in the restaurant trying to carry on a conversation, my frustration was going up. The music was loud and the crowd seemed to be mostly made up of teenagers, who were loud, too! With great effort, I managed to tune their noise out, but the more I talked, the more agitated I became.
“I know, I know. When I’m disturbed like this, there’s always something wrong with me,” I admitted. “But I just can’t let people wipe their feet on me. Is it so wrong to expect them to treat me with a little respect?”
Tom looked at me curiously. “It’s not like you to be so upset about stuff like this,” he observed.
“Yeah, but I take my commitments seriously!” I snapped. “After all, I’ve set time aside in my busy schedule for them, and then, at the last minute, they just decide there’s something else they’d like to do? I’m tired of it!”
Tom grinned (which I didn’t like so much), and then began asking me questions. I knew what he was up to. Socrates had made this method of teaching famous by answering every question with another question. If Tom could ask the right question, he might help me come up with the right answer. But tonight, I just wasn’t in the mood.
There was talk of hurt pride and ego, but since I could justify my anger, I wouldn’t hear it. Then, at one point, my statements were so ridiculous that Tom began to laugh. “Man, would you listen to yourself?” he asked, but I failed to see the humor.
This went on for two hours. Two wasted hours of my life—and I’d gotten nowhere.
Finally, he paused, giving me a kind smile. And when he finally spoke, it was from his big heart—and it cut right through to mine. “Well, when I get this way it’s because I’ve just lost my humility,” he said—and even as those last words came out of his mouth, my heart opened up to receive them.
Finally! There it was. I’d lost my humility—and my serenity with it.
My mind went back to a famous quote I’d memorized, written by the South African religious leader, Andrew Murray. “Humility. Perpetual quietness of heart. It is to have no trouble. It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore; to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised, it is to have a blessed home in myself where I can go in and shut the door and pray to my Father in secret and be at peace, as in a deep sea of calmness, when all around and about is seeming trouble.”
As I reflected on those magnificent words, my body relaxed and I drifted down to a soft landing. I had my answer. I was still teachable. I could bow to my Father in secret, and let it go.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Perpetual Quietness
By Bobby Davis
March 12th, 2026
“He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them His way.” Psalm 25:9
After several days of brooding on a problem, I was uncomfortable, but I suddenly thought of my friend Tom, and called him up. He’s a wise man, I thought. Maybe he can help me with this.
However, as we sat in the restaurant trying to carry on a conversation, my frustration was going up. The music was loud and the crowd seemed to be mostly made up of teenagers, who were loud, too! With great effort, I managed to tune their noise out, but the more I talked, the more agitated I became.
“I know, I know. When I’m disturbed like this, there’s always something wrong with me,” I admitted. “But I just can’t let people wipe their feet on me. Is it so wrong to expect them to treat me with a little respect?”
Tom looked at me curiously. “It’s not like you to be so upset about stuff like this,” he observed.
“Yeah, but I take my commitments seriously!” I snapped. “After all, I’ve set time aside in my busy schedule for them, and then, at the last minute, they just decide there’s something else they’d like to do? I’m tired of it!”
Tom grinned (which I didn’t like so much), and then began asking me questions. I knew what he was up to. Socrates had made this method of teaching famous by answering every question with another question. If Tom could ask the right question, he might help me come up with the right answer. But tonight, I just wasn’t in the mood.
There was talk of hurt pride and ego, but since I could justify my anger, I wouldn’t hear it. Then, at one point, my statements were so ridiculous that Tom began to laugh. “Man, would you listen to yourself?” he asked, but I failed to see the humor.
This went on for two hours. Two wasted hours of my life—and I’d gotten nowhere.
Finally, he paused, giving me a kind smile. And when he finally spoke, it was from his big heart—and it cut right through to mine. “Well, when I get this way it’s because I’ve just lost my humility,” he said—and even as those last words came out of his mouth, my heart opened up to receive them.
Finally! There it was. I’d lost my humility—and my serenity with it.
My mind went back to a famous quote I’d memorized, written by the South African religious leader, Andrew Murray. “Humility. Perpetual quietness of heart. It is to have no trouble. It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore; to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised, it is to have a blessed home in myself where I can go in and shut the door and pray to my Father in secret and be at peace, as in a deep sea of calmness, when all around and about is seeming trouble.”
As I reflected on those magnificent words, my body relaxed and I drifted down to a soft landing. I had my answer. I was still teachable. I could bow to my Father in secret, and let it go.
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