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.
OBSERVATION:
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
PRAYER:
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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