Rock Solid

Travelling through the carved rock, so mighty strong and permanent it once seemed. The past echoes blasts of powerful dynamite, flying rocks, falling debris, clouds of dust that both rises as one would suspect and fires in chaotic directions that breed no orderliness at t'all like the so called "Big Bang" would. Yet God has created order and systems that can not escape these processes. Fine grains of various rock that settled into layers with the coming and going of the tide. Unique and fascination objects are captured and paralyzed into predestined position only to be discovered, disturbed or destroyed by a force of power and destruction. It often seems not natural for such displacement to take place, yet God crafts, changes, destroys, makes-anew those which are His. When a mountain is moved by a volcanic eruption, I think of a little boy's faith. A young chap in Italia or a "Pip" in London that decided God will take Him places. God has purpose for His life and no small mountain in Northern California or atop Crete is going to prevent that. In his mind he reached past the deceitful walls of realists' psycho-philosophies to a simple believe and trust in His creator. What is gravity when I know the one that put it in place, that holds it in place? What is my life if I keep it from others? What is the use of a water bottle in the desert if it is never filled. Let my vessel be filled. Let my faith move mountains.