Penned
as in written, not encaged, and yes, if I had another go at life, I would try a
career in geology. All that to introduce my subject for today: bedrock.
When
I think of bedrock, I get a visual from my childhood. The graveled county road
between my folks’ farm and the little town where I went to school had a
fearsome hill leading down to a river. (Remember, this is all seen through a
child’s eyes.) Midways on that hill was a humongous rocky slab that motorists
must carefully maneuver around, and because it always seemed like the huge
skeleton of some prehistoric something, I thought of it as bedrock.
Picture
the rock the man to the right is standing on as
being the size of the rock visible in our gravel road. (Notice I use the word, visible, as I imagine such rocks are like icebergs. There's at least as much buried from sight as what can be seen)
Obviously,
a rock that size is not easily moved. In fact I think part of the hilly road I
remember as a child must have been dynamited and "pared down" when the road was asphalted. I
daresay remnants of that bedrock are still lying there, now unseen.
This
past week I was reading in Jesus Calling
about the steadfast character of the Lord. He will never fail. He is always
faithful to what He says He will do. The Psalmist, David, speaks over and over
of how God is his Rock (see Psalm 18:2 for one instance)..
I
am no Scripture writer, but I can speak to the tested experience of how God has
been my Rock, and no doubt will continue to be until I leave Planet Earth.
Going
back to the idea of bedrock and how it is part of the “skeleton” of our planet
and how solid and immovable it is, can we not much more depend on the Creator
of that very bedrock. The songwriter put it well as, “The Rock that is higher
than I.” He is also wider, deeper, more awesome than our imaginations can ever imagine. That kind of "absolute" gives me much peace of mind, and I hope that is true for you, too.
