God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in
which I live, my rescuing knight.
My God - the high crag where I run for
dear life,
hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout.
Last night I when I came home from a zoning meeting I read an article about the moving rocks of Death Valley.
Wikipedia states:
"Sailing stones, sliding rocks, and moving rocks all refer to a geological phenomenon where rocks move in long tracks along a smooth valley floor without human or animal intervention. They have been recorded and studied in a number of places around Racetrack Playa, Death Valley, where the number and length of travel grooves are notable. The force behind their movement is not confirmed and is the subject of research.
The stones move only every two or three years and most tracks develop over three or four years. Stones with rough bottoms leave straight striated tracks while those with smooth bottoms wander. Stones sometimes turn over, exposing another edge to the ground and leaving a different track in the stone's wake.
Trails differ in both direction and length. Rocks that start next to each other may travel parallel for a time, before one abruptly changes direction to the left, right, or even back the direction it came from. Trail length also varies – two similarly sized and shaped rocks may travel uniformly, then one could move ahead or stop in its track."
This is what we saw first-hand last night. Not in the desert of California, but in the high school of Watertown! The Rock which is taller than us moved. We saw the trail, we didn't touch a thing..but it happened at God's pace and God's way.
Wikipedia states:
"Sailing stones, sliding rocks, and moving rocks all refer to a geological phenomenon where rocks move in long tracks along a smooth valley floor without human or animal intervention. They have been recorded and studied in a number of places around Racetrack Playa, Death Valley, where the number and length of travel grooves are notable. The force behind their movement is not confirmed and is the subject of research.
The stones move only every two or three years and most tracks develop over three or four years. Stones with rough bottoms leave straight striated tracks while those with smooth bottoms wander. Stones sometimes turn over, exposing another edge to the ground and leaving a different track in the stone's wake.
Trails differ in both direction and length. Rocks that start next to each other may travel parallel for a time, before one abruptly changes direction to the left, right, or even back the direction it came from. Trail length also varies – two similarly sized and shaped rocks may travel uniformly, then one could move ahead or stop in its track."
This is what we saw first-hand last night. Not in the desert of California, but in the high school of Watertown! The Rock which is taller than us moved. We saw the trail, we didn't touch a thing..but it happened at God's pace and God's way.
God can move painfully slow, but God moves. God has placed us in our building and our tower is fighting for us...we are just showing up.
Our rock has been moving all of us ever slowly, to place us where he wants the entire universe to be. He is making all things new, putting all things right. At times the movement is subtle like the stillness after the rain, other times it is as loud as the silence of the empty tomb.
Beloved, God is moving! This is the message of Advent!
Do not despair my friends.
If God can move the rocks through Death Valley he can certainly move you through the Valley of Death!
God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in
which I live, my rescuing knight.
My God - the high crag where I run for
dear life,
hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout.
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