All generous giving and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or the slightest hint of change. (James 1:17)
The weather is changing. Trees that were clothed a week ago are running about naked and giggling in the wind. Days are shorter, geese are migrating, snows are coming.
The seasonal upsets are the least disruptive of life’s many transitions. Morals, technology, and governments are in constant flux. Thousand-year-old castles decompose while skyscrapers pop from their shrink-wrap. Many of my own cells replace themselves every three weeks. From the expanding universe to subatomic decay, our existence is so much material fickleness in dire need of eternal solidity.
Scripture provides a refreshing consistency in the Kingdom laws. God says the same things repeatedly from different angles. Lean not on your own ways is the same truth as he is the vine and I am the branch. The death angel, passing over marked doorways, is echoed when I escape eternal death through the blood of Jesus. My world may not be the same place it was a moment ago but when God speaks a truth, it hangs irrevocable throughout time.
The unwavering endurance of God’s word trumps every temporal instability. It is my anchor, my one true hope. So let the world degenerate, let my own faithfulness zigzag, even if the universe melts away—I have an unchanging promise from the Father of time. He is the one eternal bedrock that cannot bend, sway, or even vibrate.
Prayer: My Rock and my Redeemer, to you alone do I cling.