March 19, 2014

Our strong and dependable rock

By Leanna Teodosio, a senior Bible and religion major from Lima, Ohio

There are few experiences in life that match that of driving for hours through the winding mountain roads of the Andes Mountains, reaching altitudes in excess of 3,500 meters. No matter which particular moment during transit, your position or vantage point, whether it is near the base or the peak, these mountains are absolutely massive. Not only are they massive in size, but they are vast; they seemingly go on forever into the distance. I have never felt so small as when I stood at the top of one of these mountains and gazed out all around me.

It is no wonder that there are so many Scriptures that reference the mountains and the Creator of these mountains. They are awe-inspiring! In the first verse we are invited to sing before the Lord, our rock of salvation. Sturdy, dependable, accessible and into whose presence we may freely enter. With joy! We have great reason to sing with joy, because our God is available. Incomprehensible and vast, much like the Andes Mountains. And yet here we read that we may enter the presence of God who is available to us. We may offer our praise, should we choose to enter. God is, was and will forever be standing there, our strong and dependable rock.


A Call to Worship and Obedience

O come, let us sing to the Lord;
let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving;
let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
For the Lord is a great God,
and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth;
the heights of the mountains are his also.
The sea is his, for he made it,
and the dry land, which his hands have formed.

O come, let us worship and bow down,
let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture,
and the sheep of his hand.

O that today you would listen to his voice!
Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
as on the day at Massah in the wilderness,
when your ancestors tested me,
and put me to the proof, though they had seen my work.
For forty years I loathed that generation
and said, ‘They are a people whose hearts go astray,
and they do not regard my ways.’
Therefore in my anger I swore,
‘They shall not enter my rest.’



Comments (5)

  1. Leanna, your description of driving through and arriving at the top of the Andes Mountains blessed my re-reading Psalm 95 this morning. Wilma

    Wilma Shank March 19, 2014 |
  2. Thanks, Leanna, your devotion was beautiful.

    Linda March 19, 2014 |
  3. Thank you Leanna. I, too, have found inspiration in the mountains of the western United States — check Psalm 121 also.

    Norm Morford March 19, 2014 |
  4. Thank you Leanna, for your beautiful and meaningful meditation. May I be permitted to offer my poem-reflection on the subject:

    The Last Redoubt
    My truth, my life, did I not
    choose thee my rock to be?
    My eyes awash, o’erturn my grief
    unto thy joy awaiting me.
    My rock, my stronghold,
    the last redoubt and first
    upon which I poised my soul
    That never frighted since.
    Lit within my heart
    the sage’s word of wisdom,
    proved now anew
    in never-ending balm,
    embroidering my brow,
    so prone to furrow
    by sadness’ plough.
    For you hold and guide it
    so that only faith may enter
    to tinge my grief
    with its sweet believing:
    That you are there
    and hold my heart
    Close to yours,
    each beat of mine
    resounding to the thunder
    of your love,
    inarticulate but reverberating,
    lest I hear and die,
    for want of ear to hear it all,
    too loud and stay alive:
    “I am here, your last redoubt and first.
    Will that suffice?”

    Mervyn Carapiet March 20, 2014 |
  5. Leave a response…

    Ethel Umble March 21, 2014 |