A summer night in 1992 — around 3AM in the morning — I met Jesus face-to-face for the first time. And I surrendered my life to Him and his leadership that day.
I was 17 years old and working on Martha’s Vineyard. That night I hiked out to Lucy Vincent Beach (about 3 miles or so from where we were staying) and I sat on a rock on the beach (see the picture above… the actual rock) and read through the entire Gospel of John, as the sun came up.
Whenever I am back on the Vineyard, I am sure to go to that spot.
It reminds me. It grounds me. And it encourages me.
Kind of like in the Hebrew Bible, after people have had face-to-face encounters with the divine, they build rock altars. Why? So that they can always remember and be reminded of the reality of what God did on that day.
This rock is like that for me.
And every summer when I am there, it is a time where I reflect and remember and give thanks for what God is doing in my life. Some years are harder than others… and some are easy. But always I am thankful beyond words for Jesus — the solid rock upon which I stand, knowing all else is sinking sand.
This year was similar.
It was good to be there.
Good to remember.
Good to worship.
Good to listen.
Good to reflect.
This past year has been a very difficult one for me — but in which I have fallen in love with Jesus even more… and even more know that He alone is the solid rock.
It may sound silly to some, but my annual time on the Vineyard is almost like a pilgrimage for me. It marks a passing of a year and the start of a new year for me. I often find myself making resolutions and commitments for the coming year. This year was no different… I will write more about those later.
But for now, I just want to reflect upon and worship Jesus, my solid rock.