About the Book
"Feelings Are Fickle" by Joyce Meyer explores the impact of negative emotions and how they can affect our relationships, decisions, and overall well-being. Meyer offers practical advice on how to manage our emotions and rely on faith and God's guidance for true peace and happiness. The book emphasizes the importance of choosing faith over feelings and trusting in God's plan for our lives.
James Petigru Boyce
James P. Boyce, Southern’s first president, was born on January 11, 1827 at Charleston, South Carolina. Boyce matriculated at Brown University in 1845. He quickly became a respected student and popular peer. Soon after entering Brown, Boyce professed his faith in Christ. Soon after his conversion, he fell in love at a friend’s wedding. Just two days after meeting Lizzie Ficklen, Boyce asked her to marry him. Taken aback, Lizzie rebuffed her suitor, but only for a time. The two wed in December 1848 and together raised two daughters.
Boyce served as editor of the Southern Baptist after graduation. In 1849 he entered Princeton Theological Seminary, where he completed the three-year course in just two years. He then served as pastor of the First Baptist Church of Columbia, South Carolina until 1855, when he received an offer from South Carolina’s Furman University to join its faculty. He accepted and became a professor of theology in 1855.
Though Boyce enjoyed teaching at Furman, he wanted to begin a Baptist seminary for southerners. He presented the initial educational philosophy for a theological school in his famous 1856 inaugural address on “Three Changes in Theological Education.” With the help of fellow Southern Baptists, Boyce brought his vision to life. Southern Seminary opened in Greenville in 1859.
For almost thirty years, Boyce served as Southern’s de facto president, although his official title was chairman of the faculty. He did not take the title of president until 1888, a year before his passing. Throughout his career, Boyce proved himself a skilled fundraiser and administrator, equally able to produce a financial miracle and quell a fractious moment. In the midst of continual hardship, Boyce devoted his time and his finances to Southern, all while he taught classes, led a Sunday School class at Broadway Baptist Church, and served as president of the Southern Baptist Convention for seven consecutive terms from 1872 to 1879, and in 1888. He also found time to write a catechism and a book, Abstract of Systematic Theology. The book was used in systematic theology classes for many years.
Boyce’s talent as an executive fostered much competition for his abilities. In 1868, the South Carolina Railway Company sought Boyce for its presidency, a position that promised a ten thousand dollar salary. Though this offer was extraordinarily attractive, Boyce declined it. Numerous colleges and universities also sought Boyce’s administrative gifts. In 1874, Boyce’s alma mater, Brown University, requested that he become its president, but he refused. He was thoroughly convinced that nothing he could do was more crucial to the gospel than his devoted service to the seminary. He had set his hand to the plow. Until death, he would not turn from his life’s work.
Boyce labored long in Louisville until illness drove him to seek recovery in Europe in 1888. Though his heart lifted in a visit to Charles Spurgeon, his health did not improve. Southern’s first president passed away on December 28, 1888. His legacy lives on to this day through the seminary he devoted his life to establishing and preserving.
Sources: John A. Broadus, Memoir of James P. Boyce, Nashville, TN: Sunday School Board, 1927. William Mueller, A History of Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, Nashville, TN: Broadman, 1959.
The Book of Life
Before the night he was betrayed, The Lord of glory died; Indeed before the world was made, The Lamb was crucified. Before the sin, the spear, the lash (Eternal was the flood!) God put his inkwell at the gash, And filled it with his blood; Then with his crimson ink and quill, A holy world compiled, And wrote his kind and costly will: The name of ev’ry child. Then, finally, with tears, he took A blade to foreordain, And graved the title of the book: The Life, the Lamb, the Slain. * * * And if your name is written there, Though you may be the least, You will not fall to any snare, Nor bow before the Beast. You will not marvel when it roars, Nor any feat admire, Nor drink the poison that it pours, Nor taste the Lake of Fire. But you will live forevermore, Where dusk and dawn are done. The Lamb will be the moon, and soar Around an endless Sun. And if, lamblike, you taste his shame And finish life abased, Remember, written one, your name Will never be erased. * * * And so you ask, “How may I know My name is in the Book? May I beseech my God to show The page where I may look?” No. None may peer within by prayer, Nor if he wait, or strive. You know your name is written there, Because you are alive. Rejoice, my child, all heaven sings When you make demons fall. And yet to be inscribed with kings In heav'n surpasses all. Article by John Piper