Reminders of God’s outstretched hands towards us are unceasing. It’s breathed into the depths of our beings. Evidence of this truth is found in the very fabric of this world.
It’s in the way coursing water smooths the hardest stone. The jagged edges never pierce through the water. Nor does the water ever toss the defiant rock from its embrace. Rather, at an unnoticeable pace, the mutual existence and relational proximity bring about refinement.
So too our rebellious hearts, rough and broken, never wound the transformative presence of God. As a man, our God was injured once before as He broke down the dam that held back the water’s indwelling. His wrist pierced. His ankles punctured. His side lanced by sword. Body bruised. Beaten. Left for dead as the last hindrance was removed and the freed current washed over Him, infusing with the very essence of His cleansing lifeblood. His humanity destroyed by the very hearts who would one day cry, “Truly He is the Son of God.” His divinity, our salvation, now revealed and coursing over us. It will not cease, it will not fail. The very rocks are shouting the truth of His faithfulness.
Our redeeming Savior is never dissuaded. For the heart crying out, He is here. For the rebel and the backslider, He is here. For the blind. For ignorant and arrogant. For those life has torn apart and through painful abandonment left with gaping wounds, He is here. With gentle mercy and unfathomable love for us all, He is here.
“He answered, ‘I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.’”
Luke 19:40 ESV