“13 When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am? 14 And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets. 15 He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am? 16 And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God. 17 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven. 18 And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”
I stumbled upon the rock pictured while hiking and was taken by its look. I wondered, “There are those that would say this rock is the result of 13 billion or so years of natural evolution. They are entitled to their opinion and I respect them wholeheartedly for their faith in the matter. I choose, rather, to believe that nothing so amazing as this rock could have been made other than by the hands of a divine maker – and not one who just set a clock to ticking and left, as some divine watchmaker.
No, the Lord Jesus Christ who, as the chief cornerstone of the church was laid bare then risen by God was in no way absent from his Creation, ever. Even dying for our sins, God the Father in the Trinity oversaw Jesus’ resurrection and, upon Jesus’ ascension to Heaven, sent the Holy Spirit.
We have never been alone and as I walked by the rock pictured; nor was I. It caused me to reflect on just how glorious the Lord and all his creation is.
Reflections of a Tin Hatter 