The Lord is an eternal Rock.
The readings at Mass this morning focused on God as the eternal Rock, one who cannot be worn away or crushed. The Gospel was from Matthew, the one chosen for us for our wedding by the dear priest who had taught me so many theology and philosophy classes in college.
"Everyone who listens to these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and buffeted the house. But it did not collapse; it had been set solidly on rock (Matthew 7:24-25). I can still hear the words of the homily he gave then, in his Hungarian accent, pronouncing that our marriage would be built on the rock of the Church founded by Jesus Christ, a benediction that lasted through all the years of our marriage, and continues in our family today.
It was good to reflect on the solidity of that eternal Rock after a year experiencing the loss of my husband, yet knowing that he continues to be with us in his care and concern over even the littlest things, just as our Heavenly Father is. When life hurtles past at breakneck speed, knowing that we are standing on Rock helps me to slow down and give thanks for that security.