Constant. As I sat hunched up in the balcony peering down over the pews, I was struck with its reality. Akin to the solidity of the unforgiving wooden bench I was seated on, I was well-acquainted with the idea of constant. Continuing, Never-failing, Safe. I let my mind travel back in time. Back to the mistakes I had made, the hills I had climbed, the tear-jerking days, the battles I'd won and the fights I'd lost. I was struck with how untrustworthy I really am. How often humanity fails at best.
But I was soon to be reminded...
I sat in contentment as the minister behind the pulpit continued to speak. Speaking of Someone constant. Someone who never yet has failed me or anyone else who put their trust in Him. His words spoke peace and life to my battle-worn soul and as the song-books were pulled from the racks for the closing hymn, I grabbed my pen and quickly added the reference Romans 8:35-39 to the bottom of my already full page of notes. Like a neat footnote at the end of an essay, the verses folded up and secured the hemline of my life. Speaking the truth of a Saviour who has never failed or let me down. The security of Someone constant amidst the uncertainty and upheaval of life. The only True Source of peace I have found.
35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
36 As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
