Even when the basics fall away—and, we mean the really base basics, the foundations of dirt under our feet and those higher grounds that will save us from the rushing waters—even then as we free fall, we’ll have a refuge, an outpost, in this God of All Things.
Like an ever-flowing river providing sustenance to its people, He is there always, even as the banks crumble, as branches fall and are drowned in her depths, as giant boulders are consumed. Catastrophes, battles, storms of fire…all of them are depleted as the rush continues. There He is, our God whose words are cascading across the plains and off into the valleys, their force undiminished as the furthest of the furthest mountains perks up and obeys.
“Be still,” He speaks and so it is, and the nations shudder with fear at this power. Hail, thou Power overshadowing all powers, known throughout the earth: our refuge.
Let us pray. Dear Lord, the Mighty River of Life, have mercy upon us. Protect us. Save us. Care for us in all that we do. Give us trust and hope in You, even in the midst of disasters as well as petty crabbiness. For you alone can give life and reconciliation and righteousness to all. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.
