I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,
and he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair,
out of the mud and the mire.
He set my feet on solid ground
and steadied me as I walked along.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand.
“The Solid Ground”
MUDSLIDES! We’re exploring mudslides of a personal nature.
Here are five testimonies.
“Moses said to God, ‘Why are you treating me this way? Why dump the responsibility of this people on me? I can’t do this by myself—it’s too much, all these people. If this is how you intend to treat me, do me a favor and kill me. I’ve seen enough; I’ve had enough. Let me out of here’.”
“When Queen Jezebel heard what Elijah had done, she sent this message to Elijah: ‘You killed my prophets, and now I swear by the gods that I am going to kill you by this time tomorrow night.’ So Elijah fled for his life. He went into the wilderness, traveling all day, and sat down under a broom bush and prayed that he might die. ‘I’ve had enough,’ he told the Lord. ‘Take away my life. I’ve got to die sometime, and it might as well be now,’ Then he lay down and slept beneath the broom bush.”
This is Job. “If my misery could be weighed, if you could pile the whole bitter load on the scales, It would be heavier than all the sand of the sea! Is it any wonder that I’m screaming like a caged cat? Let God step on me—squash me like a bug, and be done with me for good.
Where’s the strength to keep my hopes up? What future do I have to keep me going? Do you think I have nerves of steel? Do you think I’m made of iron? Do you think I can pull myself up by my bootstraps?”
Here’s Jeremiah. “Let the day my mother bore me be cursed. Let my birth notice be blacked out, deleted from the records, Why did I ever leave that womb? Life’s been nothing but trouble and tears, and what’s coming is more of the same.”
Lastly, consider David. “I’ve had my fill of trouble; I’m camped on the edge of hell. I’m written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case. Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone—I’m a black hole in oblivion.“
A cancer victim joins a group of survivors. She hears the stories of those who have also experienced the mudslide of cancer. Gradually, she is both comforted, encouraged and motivated. She is not alone!
So it is with us. We’re not alone!
More about that next time.