Penned by a Wannabe Geologist

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.