We’re feeling, as it were, the unsettling movement of tectonic plates as our culture rejects tried and true foundations. An untested, uncharted world is emerging. In this convulsive time many are losing their sense of equilibrium. A spiritual vertigo has set in; almost everything now seems tilted and off balance. Is there any sure, safe place to stand in these days?
This morning in my time with the Lord my heart went back to this old song and the one remaining solid place. Written by a young believer who died at age 39, she may well have known that her days were short (as are ours). But she knew where to find sure footing, in this world and the next.
“Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noon-day heat and the burden of the day.
“Upon that cross of Jesus my eye at times can see
The very dying form of One who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears two wonders I confess,
The wonders of His glorious love, and my unworthiness.
“I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by, to know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.”
– Elizabeth C. Clephane
“May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world” (Galatians 6:14, NIV).