Saturday, November 22, 2008

Ten Thousand Years

These ancient rocks in the Sedona area brought to mind some lyrics from one of my favorite songs:

When we've been there
ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less ways
to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.

Amazing Grace/John Newton

The ancient rocks symbolize an unfathomable time of existence in contrast to the season of a human life. Yet, the Ancient of Days, God himself, formed us in our mothers' wombs just as he formed the rocks that cry out his existence as well.

'Grace will lead me home' to the maker of these rock cathedrals that draw out praise. Over and over again, coming upon yet another outcropping of rocks, I would hear myself say, "OH GOD!" The heart behind those spoken words is not taking the Lord's name in vane, but an appropriate expression of AWE to the Author of Creation. Like Christmas morning, opening a package from your parent, and exclaiming in glee, "OH PAPA, THANK YOU!"

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