Monday, October 26, 2009
We stood huddled together on that cold morning, waiting in anticipation. What was in that box? Would it reveal long lost treasures? Paperwork from days gone by? To tell you the truth, I don't remember what was in that box. I do remember the ceremony. It was a chilly autumn morning, when we all gathered, waiting as the minister opened the box which had been hidden away behind the cornerstone of our little country church. My Grandfather talked at great length about the significance of that cornerstone. He explained to me, it was the most important part of the building, it was the anchor. Thoughts swirling around in my head that morning where those of the entire Church collapsing since we had removed that cornerstone. It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man. Psalm 118:8 There is so much truth in that passage. That verse is in the center of the Bible. How much comfort I receive, knowing that God is my cornerstone, the Capstone of my very existence. Our little Church did not collapse that day, in fact that little Church back in Ohio Sixteen United Methodist, celebrated 150 years last year. Knowing that God is the foundation, and the cornerstone of my life keeps me from bending. Knowing that He is always there gives me the comfort to get through another day.