Little Edward. He ran through the streets of England while his parents managed a pub and had no idea God even existed. But his Maker pursued, and Edward eventually responded. And he worked as an unimportant cabinet maker for years and years.
His ordinary work was actually rich and precious solitude. For as his hands carved, God was carving Edward’s heart. And from the etchings of His truth came songs of God’s grace to an ordinary man with the baggage of being forgotten as a child.
“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand. All other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace. In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood support me in the whelming flood. When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand. All other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand. —Edward Mote (1797-1874)
God’s pursuit. My hope. And nothing can separate me from the love of Christ. Nothing can take away my relationship with Him and the worthiness He’s secured for me on His cross.
The burden and the baggage and the unanswered questions – well, even those things can’t steal away the identity I have in Him. I am the child running through the streets. Running. And running some more. I am the man carving over and over again, stabbing at anything to find beauty.
And He takes my hands, my tools, and turns them on me. On my heart. And all the running, and all the striving – He’s bigger than it all.