castles in the sand.
We are the American church. We’ve been working tirelessly, building beautiful castles on a foundation of sand. They are built by the book, with precision and accuracy. They are strong, perfect, and have served as safe havens in the drought. We sit inside them and pray, pray, pray for rain, for the Spirit,
Then the storms come.
The rain we’ve prayed for so faithfully is shifting the sands, causing our castles to crumble. We stare in shock at the rubble that surrounds us. How can this be—all our work and years of faithfulness brought to the ground in a single storm?
It’s tempting to immediately start rebuilding. We want to re-erect what has served us well for so long, that has brought us safety and the illusion, at least, of stability. After all, it was all built to code—we know our work was good and right and true. But deep in our hearts, we know that if we rebuild in the same way, another storm will come and destroy us over and over again.
First, we must dig. Dig down deep, past the sands that are covering up our collective past. Dig up the sin and suffering we’ve buried underneath for so long, things we didn’t even know were there.
It’s hard, I know. It’s painful to realize that everything you’ve built your life around has a faulty foundation. We will rebuild—but we have to dig up the past before we can lay a solid foundation to reconstruct what was lost. Without the foundation, we will fall every time.
“As for everyone who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice, I will show you what they are like. They are like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete.”
– Luke 6:47-49