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For a moment we sat in stunned silence, trying to block out the doctor¡¦s words: ¡§The tumor is malignant and radical surgery must be performed immediately. We can¡¦t delay.¡¨ Surgery was scheduled for the following Monday. Pat, my wife, had cancer.
When we arrived home, I headed for the basement to sit in my office. Somehow I had to come to grips with this terrible news. A hundred emotions welled up inside of me and I started to cry. This was the sort of thing that happened to other people. But not to my wife. Not Pat.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the strains of a familiar old hymn. Where was it coming from? My four boys were all at school. No one was in the hours except Pat and me. Slowly it dawned on me¡XPat herself was playing the piano and singing.
¡§How Firm a Foundation.¡¨ While the bottom seemed to be falling out of our lives, my wife found strength and security in the firm foundation of her relationship with Jesus Christ.
¡´NO EXEMPTIONS
No one in this life is exempt from struggles, heartaches, and difficulties. Maybe you¡¦ve reached the point of feeling as though your foundation is little more than sinking sand. You¡¦ve been the best parent you know how to be, but your teenager is spiteful and rebellious. You¡¦ve carefully managed your resources, but suddenly you¡¦re facing financial disaster. You knew your husband seemed distant lately, but you never dreamed he was having an affair. The list of potentially devastating situations could go on and on.
The day of storms will come. Will your house stand when the rains and floods and hurricane winds beat against it?
¡´A SURE FOUNDATION
Consider what Jesus Christ taught about the importance of building your life on
the right foundation:
¡§Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice
is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
¡§But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash¡¨ (Matthew 7:24-27)
No amount of information about alcoholism, no amount of knowledge about drug abuse, no amount of personal and family counseling can provide an adequate foundation when the storms hit your home. Only if you have built your house on the Rock¡Xthe Lord Jesus Christ¡Xwill you be able to stand.
The storm beat heavily against my mother when, at the age of 35, she was widowed. Although she rejoiced that my dad was in heaven, she struggled with facing the rains of adversity and the floods of financial reversal alone. But even as a child, I was deeply impressed by my mother¡¦s steadfast trust in God. No matter how fiercely the stormy winds blew, she knew His ways were perfect and that He would not let her down.
¡´REST ON THE ROCK
Jesus Christ, the Son of God, faced the worst heartache and agony imaginable. He was beaten, spit upon, scourged and ultimately crucified¡Xnot for anything He had done, because He was sinless¡Xbut to take on Himself the punishment sinful mankind deserved. The Bible explains, ¡§He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed¡¨ (1 Peter 2:24)
Because Jesus Christ died for us and rose again, He is the only trustworthy foundation on which we can build our lives. Other foundations shift, tremble, or crumble altogether. Tragedy hits and your friends suddenly disappear; you¡¦re ill and no one visits you; your heart is breaking and no one knows how to comfort you. But Jesus is an everlasting Rock. He will neither fail you nor forsake you. When you trust in Him, He will keep you from being blown over by life¡¦s inevitable storms. Come to the Rock today. Pray and commit your life to Him.
¡´YOUR STRENGTH TO STAND
God will give you the power and strength to stand when the rains and floods come. When my mother was widowed and left to raise six children all by herself, she discovered that God was her abiding strength. Likewise, during my wife¡¦s ordeal with cancer, God¡¦s perfect peace filled her heart constantly and helped her to stand strong.
Come to the Lord Jesus Christ today and build your house on the only foundation that will never fail you. Right now tell Him,
¡§Lord, I need you. I recognize that until now my life has been built on shifting sand. I confess my sin to You. Thank You for dying on the cross to pay the penalty for my sins. I want to build my life on You, the solid, everlasting Rock. Thank You for coming into my heart and giving me the peace and strength I need to face the storms of life. I give my life to You.¡¨
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