The Middle C of Life

You and I need a middle C.
Haven't you had enough change in your life?

Relationships change.

Health changes.

The weather changes.

But the Yahweh who ruled the earth last night is the same Yahweh who rules it today.

Same convictions.

Same plan.

Same mood.

Same love.

He never changes.

You can no more alter God than a pebble can alter the rhythm of the Pacific. Yahweh is our middle C.

A still point in a turning world.

Don't we need a still point?
Don't we need an un-changing shepherd?
We equally need an uncaused shepherd. No one breathed life into Yahweh.

No one sired him. No one gave birth to him. No one caused him. No act brought him forth. And since no act brought him forth, no act can take him out. Does he fear an earthquake? Does he tremble at a tornado? Hardly.

Yahweh sleeps through storms and calms the winds with a word.

Cancer does not trouble him, and cemeteries do not disturb him. He was here before they came. He'll be here after they are gone. He is uncaused. And he is ungoverned. Counselors can comfort you in the storm, but you need a God who can still the storm. Friends can hold your hand at your deathbed, but you need a Yahweh who has defeated the grave.

Philosophers can debate the meaning of life, but you need a Lord who can declare the meaning of life.You need a Yahweh.You don't need what Dorothy found. Remember her discovery in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz? She and her trio followed the yellow-brick road only to discover that the wizard was a wimp! Nothing but smoke and mirrors and tin-drum thunder. Is that the kind of god you need?

No, you need a God who can place 100 billion stars in our galaxy and 100 billion galaxies in the universe.

And you need a God who, while so mind-numbingly mighty, can come in the soft of night and touch you with the tenderness of an April snow.
You need a Yahweh.
And, according to David, you have one.
He is your shepherd.

From Traveling Light, Copyright 2001, Max Lucado