Our Rock

I wrote this on Blackest Light a year or so ago. I found it again the other day and thought it was worth sharing here:

I don't think people really grasp what it means when we call Christ our "rock" or a "cornerstone"; if the Holy Trinity is not the cornerstone of our focus, there is no foundation for anything. It's all rendered subjective and unstable (bringing to mind that illustration of building a house on sand). A chaotic reality imperfectly perceived SOLELY by a clouded mind and a deluded spirit. Yet there are those who think that filtering things through God's word will limit our understanding. Quite the opposite - it's like sifting through sand while looking for gold; you lose the sand, but you weren't looking for sand, you were looking for gold. Likewise God removes the false from our perception.

"Autumn" Lyrics I Wrote Yesterday on a Walk

Step into the autumn air
Blowing breezes through your hair
The clouds and sun
Will have their run
But there's a King beyond your stare

In the shade beneath the trees
Critters down below run free
The leaves doth fall
Now hear the call
Of He who lives beyond all these

Open your spirit to Him
The birds, the crickets, all sing their hymn
The physical world cannot contain all
So feel in your heart His call through the fall
Open your spirit to Him
The birds, the crickets, all sing their hymn
The physical world cannot contain all
So feel in your heart His call through the fall

Green and yellow
Orange and brown
Red and gold all
O'er the ground
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Sowing order
Among discord

The mountains rise
Beyond the trees
I see the leaves
In chilling breeze
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Faith my shield
His word my sword

The rivers flow with fearless might
Through sunlit day and frozen night
And when wolves howl
And others cowl
He hears their voice with warm delight

The stones with moss and sky with clouds
The world that was built strong and proud
He called goodness
In righteousness
Know the purity that surrounds

Open your spirit to Him
The birds, the crickets, all sing their hymn
The physical world cannot contain all
So feel in your heart His call through the fall
Open your spirit to Him
The birds, the crickets, all sing their hymn
The physical world cannot contain all
So feel in your heart His call through the fall

Green and yellow
Orange and brown
Red and gold all
O'er the ground
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Sowing order
Among discord

The mountains rise
Beyond the trees
I see the leaves
In chilling breeze
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Faith my shield
His word my sword

The rising moon and falling sun
Move at command of the One
Mankind can't hope to understand
The world created by His hand!

Green and yellow
Orange and brown
Red and gold all
O'er the ground
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Sowing order
Among discord

The mountains rise
Beyond the trees
I see the leaves
In chilling breeze
The mighty work
Of my great Lord
Faith my shield
His word my sword