I have learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.
In his inimitable way, Spurgeon speaks life-fortifying truth. Truth we need to have settled into the deepest recesses of our being — truth for days when waves of suffering and uncertainty threaten to pull us under.
For God’s wave, guided by His all-loving and all-wise hand, is His gift to you when it throws you against Jesus, the Rock of Ages. To be in a position where You need Christ above all else, and are thrown into His arms, is the place of greatest good.
To need Jesus desperately, unhinderedly is for your best.
And no matter it’s form, the wave’s swirling power loses its ability to drive us to fear when we know it is meant to throw us against the Rock, who is Christ.
So here’s what I want — not later, in retrospect or hindsight, but even as the moment of wave-like unsurety crashes in — to learn to kiss that very wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.
Painting: Northeaster by Winslow Homer, 1836-1910