Friday, June 12, 2015
Immovable
In my imagination I took a most
enlightening journey. The gorge I
traveled was absolutely breath-taking.
To the East an immense, sheer face of rock rose to towering heights and
stretched as far as the eye could see.
To the West lay gentle cliffs and rolling hills. The path was a joy to traverse. But my eyes
were continually drawn to gaze back at the gorgeous, mammoth mass of sparkling
granite. It was un-scalable; a magnificent monument to its creator.
Then my ears detected an unsettling commotion. The cursing and moaning was so out of
place. After a few, hastened steps my
eyes fell upon a curious sight; before me on the path stood a young man who was
banging his fists and his head against the wall. He was angry and bloodied, and disoriented.
"What are you doing?" I
queried.
"I'm trying to go East," he
muttered.
"But you are in a canyon, and
that is a granite wall you are assaulting," I explained. "It is
impossible for you to move the mountain with your head and your fists. You will
just have to take the path up and over."
"I don't believe that," he
retorted. "This wall is just a
figment of my imagination. In fact, I had a dream that there is no
mountain. Besides that, my grandpa told
me it is not real. Furthermore, I earned
a degree from a school that said the mountain does not exist, and, I wrote my
thesis on the subject. All of the
brightest people I know.. all of the most famous people in my country... all
the lawmakers in our capital city have concluded that there is no mountain here,"
he continued as he took another run at the wall.
It was saddening and brutal to watch,
so I continued to plead with him, "Obviously you ae operating on
theories. Those people you have referred
to all have reasons to explain the wall away, but your bloodied head proves this mountain is a reality. Don't do this to yourself! There is actually a way up the mountain, and
I can show it to you."
With a shove and a glare he yelled,
"Get out my way you fool!"
Then he backed up and lunged toward the wall.
The journey, the gorge, and the wall
were not physical -- they were spiritual. The young man represents many people I have
known. God is real; He is that immovable wall. People can explain him away, manipulate data,
and concoct hypotheses that deny his existence, but He does not go away. Arrogant
critics can make movies that belittle Him and mock Him, but, there He stands --
immovable. Immovable, but oh so
loveable, forgiving and graceful. He
cannot change to be who we want Him to be. But, for those who are willing to
acknowledge Him, He is the breathtakingly, beautiful, solid rock of the
universe.
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]
