I once heard that the number of levels/floors someone has in a building will determine the depth of the foundation. When I see a building going up I look to see how high the company wants to build based on how deep the hole is in the ground.
As a believer, the same thing can be said for me. Do I want to be a Sunday Christian, with enough of a foundation to stand on, something sure for my feet, but not really enough to support great growth?
Or do I want to be a 24/7/365 kind of believer? Someone who wants to grow deeply in my faith, to grow closer and stronger in my relationship with God.
I want my foundation to go down to the bedrock because Jesus is my bedrock. He is the One on Whom and to Whom I lean, turn to, rest, and seek for everything I need.
If I am trying to build my life on something made by my own hands, I will fail. Every time. I have no ability to build something that will last for eternity.
But God does.
First Samuel 2:8 says it well, “For the foundations of the earth are the Lord’s; on them he has set the world. . . “
If I give my desires, my prayers, and give them all to God to build them into the very thing He will build, I know it will last. Just like the wise and foolish builders described in Matthew 6, if we build on sand it will fail.
If we build on the The Rock we will have a foundation that survives the wind, the rain, the trials and trouble this world hands out to us all.
My heart sings hymns with great regularity and the hymn that best describes this life we have is How Firm a Foundation. A hymn loved by both President Andrew Jackson and Elisabeth Elliot. May you be encouraged by these words today, O Best Beloved.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.