As I sat in the dark pondering the majesty of God some verses I had read came to mind. They spoke of God as our Rock. My mind went “Tangent!” which is a spiritual version of “Squirrel!”
Rocks. God is my Rock. What does that mean? The irreverent part of my mind, which God appreciates by the way, started down the path that God rocks and God rock music but I quickly saw the silliness and shifted my tangent.
So I started with the pebbles in the exposed aggregate of our front porch. That porch is solid. It is not going to blow away and has a pleasant appearance but a collage of little pebbles is not what the Bible is talking about when it calls God our Rock. It might endure a strong wind but I am not so sure it wouldn’t crack in a good earthquake.
My mind quickly went through a procession of rocks of increasing sizes and discarded them all. My wife transported a rock to a friends child because they liked rocks. It fit in our car so I don’t think it was a God rock. We have a line of rocks on the front of our property that are big enough to sit on and keep cars out of the yard. I would not want to have to move them but they still don’t qualify. When I got to the Rock of Gibralter I wondered where to go next and I thought about Ceres, a giant asteroid. That doesn’t qualify because God is the one holding it up there with a combination of centrifugal force and gravity.
God is more along the lines of the rock that is so big He could not move it. You are probably familiar with that question posed by cynics.
I guess the main result of this tangent was the assurance that God could be dependable.
But I knew that already. Still, in the words of Tevye and Golde,
It doesn't change a thinghomo unius libri
But even so
After twenty-five years
It's nice to know
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