FAITH AND THE COLD RIVER
I walk along my favorite river, a river that runs fast and wide. A river that countless generations of fish have called home. A river over which many of God’s creatures have drawn strength. A river made especially for me.
I look at the scenery, a gift from the Master, trees that reach up to touch God’s hands, quiet meadows that proclaim His very glory, unmovable mountains. The beauty and majesty that is in no way a mistake, just like my tiny life here on Earth.
The voice of God calls to me, asks me to come and be refreshed. Something special I have for you today, come in and you will be blessed. I struggle as I obey, the water cold and numbing, chilling down to the very bone.
Walk He says, walk upstream and see what has been waiting for you, something you will treasure and adore. The water flows as if through me now, no way can I disobey. I will turn aside and see what awaits me at my destination.
My journey is not long as I search for my prize, whatever it may be, which the God has beckoned me. Out a little farther now, just a little deeper and you will see what I have for you. I have to obey, no other choice.
Four more steps and He says, and then just look down. Oh, what surprise and what delight, a piece of gold. Not a small flake of the precious item but a large piece, placed there from time immemorial, just for me.
Take the rock God has placed there for you, I hear the voice say. It was fashioned and formed for you, it’s beauty you cannot deny. Fear enters my mind with such great advance, fear of freezing chill that will shake my very being. What should I do, I cry to the Lord.
The still small voice of the one who loves me tells me to step out in faith, that He will keep me safe and warm while I reach for my prize. “You can do all things through Me”. I am told not to fear for the momentary discomfort will lead to years of blessed contentment.
Knowing that I’m held safely in the arms of the very personage of love and faith, I take the plunge, a very cold plunge. Immersed in the cold fluid and chilled to the core I reach out, blessed to discover the rock much bigger than I imagined. I struggle to raise the gift of God out of the water, my struggle not in vain for the nugget is magnificent.
Reaching the surface I gasp for air and hold up my gift, a gift from my Father in Heaven. A material used for generations to make crowns and royal instruments is in my hands, a gift for me. With happiness abundant I forget the cold and chill and leap for joy.
A different joy starts to replace me and I marvel that anything could replace the joy of my prize. What can this new joy mean, what can it be? Again, the still small voice proclaims to me words much more precious than the prize I just attained. Faith was imparted to me that day, faith to step into areas cold and bleak. Faith, to know that He has his hands on us all throughout our seemingly insignificant lives, and the faith to reach out for what appears unattainable and know that we will grasp it someday.
Copyright Holy Spirit 12/31/1996 David Ben Yakov