The view from this old window– with its daisy-ed field gently rolling to the blue cove and its periwrinkled beach stretching out toward the “head” where a fir tipped cliff boldly juts into a sea, teased and challenged by a wispy fog bank–speaks a paradox. It defies the truth that “change is a constant”! Generations of people and events have flitted past this window, and they have vanished! But, whether lost in darkness or fog or foul weather, this beautiful vista has predictably reappeared without perceptible change, every day following every night, year after year.
In times of rapid technological advances, shifting cultural norms, irregular philosophical opinions and theological views, there is something in us that longs for a stable viewpoint, one that makes sense and connects the beginning with the end. Something solid. Something that endures. Something purposeful.
Christ told the parable of the two carpenters, one man built his house on the sand, the other built his upon a rock. When the rains and the winds and floods came, the house built on the rock held, the house built on the sand collapsed with a mighty crash. His point was “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 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.”Matthew 7:24-27
Sweet Words from Maine 