Real Life on the Solid Rock!
A few weeks ago I stood at Golgotha… Calvary, a rocky hill outside the city gates of Jerusalem where Christ was crucified.
It was there He laid down all His rights as Prince of Glory, Prince of Peace.
He died next to a rocky hill so He might become my Solid Rock. Now I am able to live real life on Rocky Top… a life where I don’t have to choose fear or anxiety no matter how close to the edge I am! When I am crucified with Christ at Golgotha, then I can choose to live a resurrected life on Rocky Top!
Staring at the rocky hillside of Golgotha, an old hymn played in my mind… On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand.
He is My solid rock today… His oath, His covenant, His blood, support me in the whelming flood.
And it is flooding today… the news is topped with floods in my home state of Texas, lost lives, lost homes, even entire lost families.
And then there is the young mom who has just come to the realization that their adopted son may never be the son they had dreamed of.
Or a friend who just lost her sister way too early.
Or the friend who cried with me today over just how hard life can be sometimes… raising children to love Jesus and not be lured by the world.
Edward Mote wrote The Solid Rock in 1834. He was not raised in a Christian family. His parents owned an inn in London and on most Sundays he roamed the streets. At age 16 he became apprenticed to a cabinetmaker who brought him to church where he met Christ. Edward, himself, became a famous cabinetmaker and faithful Christ-follower.
This man knew the importance of placing faith in something that would never warp, never break, and always be there and never change.
So tonight as I stare down at the rocky cliff from my brown rocking chair my prayer is that I will know when all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
Golgotha, the rocky hill near where You died will be the very foundation to hold me no matter the circumstances. “The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” Psalm 18:2