Matthew 7:24 “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. 25The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock.”
“Rocks” are images often used in life. “She’s going through a rocky time.” “He’s got rocks in his head.” Commercials use rocks to strike a theme…built “like a rock.” Rocks are solid; they are also impediments that trip us up. They endure…yet they erode and crumble under the pressure of wind and rain. It all depends on the rock you are considering. Yet rocky experiences and rocky mental disposition are not so far from the question
on what we build our tomorrows to which Jesus speaks.
Our rock is this reality: when life moves, shifts, and tilts, God’s Word remains sure. We can trust to God’s guidance and wisdom when we are uncertain, when our emotional pathway seems darn near hopeless, and when joy is distant. Do not all of us know something about those moments?
For those who have not attended in September, it is unfortunate since Matthew has offered a truly rich feast for us to hear. Consider the workers in the vineyard parable of Matthew 20:1-16 and the question of the vineyard we enter each day. For most, we go to the job with little notion that important work is occurring when we get on the
bus or start the car. Like the Habitat Build on Saturday, September 27th, we do not often times see the consequences to small actions. Those little actions affect people with names and needs. When we work on the Build, we see a house; God sees a family.
It is perhaps helpful (at least to me) that the York Habitat for Humanity contact to CALM5 sent some pictures of our prior work. The 2011, 2012, and 2013 homes are all sited on locations for families they helped. Our work is now behind dry wall that has been drilled for pipes and wire. Feet now walk on what was just a parking lot when we setup the basic configuration of these homes. People sleep and rise and live and breathe and eat and cry and laugh in a space that our hands have touched, but our eyes have not seen. Perhaps, that would be best not to know. Maybe, the pictures would have been better kept from us so we never see the faces of people that now call these places home. Yet, a vet with service in Afghanistan and a family with a child with cerebral palsy makes me pause to remember; it is not about nail and wood, but about God making the burden light for these families by “our hands.”
Here is the part that is difficult: where will many of the people of the church be on this Saturday. Well,
we have needs and weekends are precious…it’s family time. The newsletter will not be available until Sunday for some. It takes something to offer time so another family has a weekend in a home of their own. Maybe that is enough to challenge our future, whatever that may be. Will we set our values on the right rock that is firm and weathers the foolishness and difficulty of human storms and tempest? I don’t know – not at least now. God knows, that’s for sure.
With hope…Pastor Joe