I have been thinking about Matthew 7 again. . . that little part about the wise and the foolish man.
I think about the rock. So strong. Unmovable. Where it stands is where its always been. Its history goes back for perhaps thousands of years.
But the sand, not so much. It’s always shifting. Where it is undoubtedly is not where it began.
Ironically, it’s not the rock that captures me. Nor is it the sand, for that matter.
It is the storm.
This is what it says about the house built upon the rock:
The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.”
And this is what it says about the house built upon the sand:
The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
The results were drastically different. But the storm beat against both houses. Rains came down. The streams rose. Winds blew.
Every time I read these six verses, I keep hoping I’ve missed something. . . where is the part that says the storm never beat on the house built upon the rock? Where are the words that bring comfort in knowing I’ve built a house that protects me from the beating wind? If I’m striving to be the wise man, where is the reward of calm and gentle rains? I look and I look, but it just isn’t there. The storms come any way you look at it. I don’t get to make a choice that avoids them all together.
There are days that feel like there is a hurricane swirling around me. The winds are beating so hard I wonder if healing could ever be found from the battering. Streams rise and leave ugly water marks. My spirit feels like its drowning.
But every time a hurricane blows, it is eventually followed by another day where the sun shines.
And I’m still standing.
Though I wish Matthew 7 said something different, I’m experiencing its truth. My Rock is strong and unmovable. He has proven His steadfastness to me for years and years and years. He has never moved. We have history that gives comfort as the rains pound down.
There is no way to avoid the storms. But the longer I stand, the more I trust my foundation. It’s another paradox of the Upside Down Kingdom. It’s the storms that prove the foundation. There is no other way to know its firmness.