Hitting Rock

Lore Ferguson and I don't always agree on our theology, but I have a deep respect for her faith. She consistently draws us back to Jesus and the Gospel with her writing. I hope you can hear and feel that in her words today. Her voice is a blessing to many, including me.


 

I've heard it often, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue," but this morning I am reading Psalm 62 and the second section says it more clearly:

 

How long will all of you attack a man to batter him, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence? They only plan to thrust him down from his high position. They take pleasure in falsehood. They bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse.

 

I have blessed with my mouth, my pen, and my words, while inwardly I have prayed for ruin, for the end of one's folly, for the fall of their public ministry. I have felt like the leaning wall and tottering fence in a world wrought with battering opinions thrown in every direction but heavenward, under the ministering eyes of a sovereign God. I have had pleasure in falsehood—my only aim to see my kingdom succeed, my theology in the majority, my leadership thrust into high positions. And I have been at the toppling end of another's hope to thwart me and the ones I love.

 

I have fallen hard and I have hit rock.

 

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge in God.

 

This morning I think about the simplicity of salvation. How the all knowing and good God plucked me from amongst scoffers and charlatans and claimed, "This one! This one is mine. I have saved her soul from the toppling end of everything and set her feet on a rock."

 

I sit in that truth because without the joy of salvation it is easy to get tangled in the mess of faith, in the depths of doubt, and in the web of apologetics and certainty. It is easy to let my tongue minister death instead of life, to hope for destruction instead of healing. But it is easier still to lift my eyes to the solid rock, the fortress, the unshakable truth of God alone and the salvation He's given me. And oh, what Joy!

 

He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.

psalm 62


lore ferguson headshotAbout Today’s Guest Blogger: Lore Ferguson

My name is Lore (Lor-ee) Ferguson. In every particle of life we're hearing messages, people are saying words at us, shouting them over the noise of the day. My hope is that Sayable is a place where the message is quiet, encouraging, and somewhat simple. My goal is to see a generation of dechurched, second generation Christians, or the ragged and hurt, come to the joy of what the gospel means deep down.


 

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