Big Sinking Baptist Church

Big Sinking Baptist Church Est. 1804 ~ Loving God, Loving Others ~ Sunday School 9:30am & Sunday Morning Worship 10:30am

06/13/2026

Join us tomorrow.
Sunday School at 9:30
Church service at 10:30
Bro. Francisco Aguilar will bringing the sermon tomorrow.

Just think about this.
06/13/2026

Just think about this.

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06/02/2026

Psalm 63 is one of those psalms that becomes a whole lot more powerful when you realize where David is when he writes it. He is not sitting in a palace with servants bringing him snacks and refilling his cup every fifteen minutes. He is in the wilderness of Judah. Dry country. Hot country. The kind of place where you start noticing every patch of shade and suddenly become very interested in where the nearest source of water might be.

And what does David write?

"O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you" (Psalm 63:1, ESV).

Not, "Lord, could we talk about my situation?" Not, "Lord, could You explain why everything has gone sideways?" Not even, "Lord, could You please make the people trying to kill me stop trying to kill me?"

His first thought is God.

I don't know about you, but my first thought in a difficult situation is usually something along the lines of, "Okay, what's the plan? How do I fix this? Is there coffee? There should definitely be coffee."

David goes somewhere deeper. He says that what his soul wants most is not a solution. What his soul wants most is God Himself.

That is a strange idea in a world that constantly tells us happiness is one purchase, one promotion, one relationship, one achievement, or one answered prayer away. We keep thinking that if we can just get the next thing, then we will finally feel settled. Then we get the thing, enjoy it for about fifteen minutes, and immediately start looking for the next thing.

Human beings are remarkably talented at this.

We finally get the vehicle we wanted and suddenly we're comparing it to somebody else's vehicle. We finally clean the house and then somebody walks through wearing muddy boots. We finally get caught up on work and three new emails arrive before we can even enjoy the accomplishment. Life has a way of moving the finish line every time we think we're getting close.

David says the deepest longing of the human heart isn't actually for more stuff. It's for God.

Then he says something that almost sounds outrageous.

"Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you" (Psalm 63:3, ESV).

Better than life.

Think about that.

Not better than a bad day. Not better than a difficult season. Better than life itself.

Most of us spend a lot of time trying to improve our lives. We want things to be a little easier, a little safer, a little more comfortable, a little less stressful. David says there is something greater than all of it combined: the steadfast love of God.

Because everything else eventually changes.

Money comes and goes. Health can change. Jobs change. Relationships change. Seasons change. The people we love move away, grow older, or leave this earth entirely. The things we depend on have a habit of reminding us that they were never designed to carry the full weight of our hope.

God's love doesn't do that.

One of my favorite verses in this chapter is verse 5: "My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food" (ESV).

Now David has my attention.

Because there are few things more disappointing than expecting a feast and discovering somebody has provided three celery sticks and a motivational quote.

David isn't talking about surviving. He is talking about being satisfied.

And that is the amazing thing about God. He doesn't simply keep us alive spiritually. He fills us. He strengthens us. He gives peace in situations that make absolutely no sense. He gives hope when the circumstances haven't changed. He gives joy that somehow survives even when life gets messy.

Let's just say I've noticed that most of the things I worried about years ago turned out not to be nearly as important as I thought they were. The things that seemed enormous eventually shrank. The things I thought would make me happy didn't always do the job. The things I thought I couldn't live without turned out to be things I could live without after all.

But God has remained faithful through every season.

That is really what Psalm 63 is about.

It is about discovering that God is not merely useful when life falls apart. He is not simply the emergency contact we call when everything else fails. He is the living water our souls were thirsty for all along.

David learned that lesson in the wilderness.

Many of us learn it there too.

And while I would never voluntarily choose the wilderness, I have to admit that some of the clearest views of God's faithfulness happen in the dry places, because when everything else is stripped away, you discover that the One thing you truly need has been there all along.

06/02/2026

Psalms 16:11

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

06/01/2026

Psalm 5:11

“But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.”

06/01/2026
Blessed assurance
05/31/2026

Blessed assurance

Most people know the hymn Blessed Assurance. Even if you've never opened a hymnal in your life, there's a decent chance you've heard at least part of it somewhere.

"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!"

It's joyful from the very first line. Not cautiously optimistic. Not "things might work out eventually." Not "I'm doing okay considering the circumstances." It's confident. It's triumphant. It's the kind of hymn that sounds like it was written by someone who had every reason in the world to be happy.

Which makes the story behind it even more remarkable.

The woman who wrote the lyrics, F***y Crosby, was blinded as an infant. A sickness affected her eyes, and a treatment that was later discovered to be incorrect left her blind for the rest of her life. She would never see a sunrise. Never see a mountain. Never see a flower. Never see the faces of her family and friends. She never saw the words she wrote. She never saw the crowds that sang them. She never saw the churches where her hymns would echo for generations.

And if we're honest, most of us would probably spend a fair amount of time asking God some questions.

Why?

Why allow that?

Why let a baby lose her sight?

Why allow something that would affect every single day of her life?

Yet F***y Crosby became one of the most prolific hymn writers in history. Not dozens of hymns. Not hundreds.

Thousands.

Meanwhile, some of us start a text message, get distracted, and find it again three days later. Some of us have unfinished projects sitting around that are old enough to apply for driver's licenses. F***y Crosby wrote thousands of hymns that have encouraged believers for generations.

One day someone expressed sympathy for her blindness. They felt sorry for her. To them, it seemed obvious that losing her sight was a tragedy that overshadowed everything else. And F***y responded with words that have become famous.

She said that if she had been given a choice at birth, she would still have chosen to be blind, because the first face she would ever see would be the face of Jesus.

Now I don't know about you, but that answer hits me every single time I hear it.

Because I like seeing things.

I like sunsets. I like mountains. I like wildflowers. I like looking out across a pasture full of calves. I like watching a Jersey calf discover she has legs and immediately decide they should be used at maximum speed in every possible direction. I like seeing Mt. Baker appear on a clear day. I like seeing all the little details God scattered throughout creation.

F***y Crosby never saw any of that.

Yet somehow she saw something many people with perfect eyesight miss completely.

There is a difference between having sight and truly seeing.

A person can have perfectly healthy eyes and spend their entire life missing what matters most. A person can see every mountain, every ocean, every sunset, every beautiful thing in creation and still miss Christ. Meanwhile F***y Crosby, who never saw any of those things, saw eternal realities with incredible clarity.

That's what comes through in Blessed Assurance.

Not bitterness.

Not resentment.

Not self-pity.

Joy.

The hymn isn't written by someone obsessing over what she lost. It's written by someone overwhelmed by what she gained.

"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine."

Think about that.

Not "Life has been fair."

Not "Everything worked out the way I wanted."

Not "I got all the answers I was looking for."

Jesus is mine.

What a statement.

One of the greatest gifts God gives His people is assurance. Not assurance that life will always be easy. Not assurance that we'll understand everything that happens. Not assurance that there won't be pain, loss, disappointment, or questions.

But assurance that Christ is ours and we are His.

F***y Crosby understood that so deeply that she could look beyond an entire lifetime of blindness and see something greater waiting on the other side.

And honestly, every time I read her story, I find myself wondering if she wasn't seeing more clearly than the rest of us all along.

Because one day, after a lifetime spent walking by faith, she opened her eyes and saw exactly what she had been waiting for.

The first face she ever saw was Jesus.

05/30/2026

Sunday school at 9:30.
Church service at 10:30.
Bro. Phillip Coffey will be preaching tomorrow.
Please come and join us!

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