If anyone goes near a beach this summer, one thing they will be bound to see is a sandcastle. I’m amazed at the complexity of some sandcastles these days. Maybe you can now buy intricate moulds to do the work for you, rather than the humble bucket and spade! Even then, I’m sure they’d still involve a lot of work and concentration, especially if constructed by children. I always think it’s a bit sad when someone has built a sandcastle too far below the high-tide mark and the water comes in and washes it away. All that work gone! But then there’s always tomorrow to build another one….
Inevitably, thoughts of sandcastles lead to thoughts of the words of Jesus: “Everyone who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand [unlike the wise man who built his house on the rock]. The rain came, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
On holiday, it’s fun to build on sand but, in real life, the rock is the place. In the words of the wonderful spiritual:
“Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
a weary land, a weary land;
My Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
a shelter in the time of storm.”