Sinking Sand

 A few weeks ago, we went camping with a group of friends.  Energized by the new surroundings, I decided to take a run down the beach.  My feet graced the packed sand as waves rushed over, stride after stride, until suddenly, slurp!  Out of the blue I was calf deep in sinking sand.

Sinking sand.  What a beautiful illustration of the dangers of putting our hope in worldly things.  What a glorious picture of pulling ourselves out of the muck onto the solid Rock.  What a perfect reminder that our hope is found in Christ alone, that the foundations of our lives must be Christ, and Christ alone.  Sinking sand.

Everyone then who hears these words of Mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock.  And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.  And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.  Matthew 7:24-27