Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Needing a rock in a weary land. (Psalm 18:2)

SCRIPTURE: Psalm 18:2 (CEB) – larger reading Psalm 18:1-19
The LORD is my solid rock, my fortress, my rescuer. My God is my rock— I take refuge in him!— he's my shield, my salvation's strength, my place of safety.

STORY: by Steve Hanchet
"Isaac’s Storm" is a very interesting book about the hurricane that wiped out Galveston in 1900. One of the main plot lines of the book is about how everyone was convinced that a hurricane could never strike Galveston, even as one approached. The author vividly describes how as the streets began to flood people went about their business as if nothing was wrong. Children played in the water, men gathered for breakfast at the local diner, and no one fled from the storm that was about to strike.

Some didn’t worry because Issac Cline, the national weather service officer in Galveston, assured them it would not be a severe storm. Other’s simply believed that Galveston was invincible. Some thought that since they had never seen a hurricane strike Galveston one never would. So for a number of reasons, people assured themselves nothing bad would happen. And as a result over 6,000 people died one September day in 1900.

Can anyone guarantee us that we will not face any of the storms of life? No not one. Can anyone guarantee us that some heartache or personal tragedy won’t turn our life upside down? No not one. Can anyone guarantee that that land on which we build are “homes” will not sink from underneath us? No not one.

But this one thing we can be sure of as promised by the Psalmist. God is our refuge and strength. God is the rock upon which we build our life. His strength becomes our strength. His hope becomes our hope. His tomorrow becomes our tomorrow.

Let the trumpet blare out the message of resurrection that the one who defeated death can withstand anything … including whatever we face and have to deal with. His resurrection is our resurrection. Yeah, God!

Jesus is a rock in a weary land
A weary land
A weary land
Jesus is a rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm


Oh, rock of all ages give me sure footing when the wind assails us and the rain pounds against our hearts. Continue to be our shelter in times of need, which seems like all the time.

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