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.
I find it interesting that the foundation matters more to the Lord than the shutters. The house took a beating. The wind and waters slapped the side panels, ripped into the windows and tarnished the house. This house would have looked worn.
Jesus did not say, “Oh, have your foundation in me, and the streams won’t rise, the wind will die down, and the rain will stop falling.” Yet, this is how we so often construe the Christian life. We think like Job’s friends:
Consider now: Who, being innocent, has ever perished? Where were the upright ever destroyed? (Job 4:7)
His friends saw the side panels torn, the house disfigured and thought, “Isn’t he doing evil? Why not repent and your shutters will be replaced? Why not turn from sin and your sons will be reborn?”
Yet, Jesus sat with his very flesh being torn off. He sat silent at his accusers and took the spit from the Roman soldiers. All Jesus had was a foundation in future grace (His Father) and love for a world that had gone astray. Yet, this foundation and love was enough.
I wonder if it’s enough for us. I wonder if we love our side panels, shutters, and nice windows a little too much. The paint starts to peel, the cracks begin to widen and we doubt like the disciples did on the water, saying,
Lord, save us! We’re going to drown! (Matthew 8:25)
Jesus called out to them and He calls out to us,
You of little faith, why are you so afraid? (Matthew 8:26)
A tattered house shouldn’t demand fear for Jesus’ disciples.
We have a foundation. So we join with the Psalmist in singing (it would be good to sing these psalms to ourselves),
The Lord is my light and my salvation–whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life– of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
Here’s to valuing the cornerstone more than the shutters.