On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.
This is a picture of the world with the blind leading the blind, the shepherdless sheep for whom Jesus wept.
Our gossip goes deep into our attitudes. We speak and speak, incurious, determined not to let facts contradict our beliefs. Spouting opinions for the sheer entertainment of our own voices being heard.
It’s a chapter about damaging words and thought patterns. Physical illness is less the enemy of our soul than our minds:
Rich people build up their secure domestic compounds but the security those offer is illusory. In the centre of it all, the actual solid rock:
There’s good stuff in the world, it’s not damning or abandoning of it. It’s a competition. But there is an assault of foolish ideas coming at us.
Think carefully, be a source of wisdom to the extent a human can, it starts with your heart.
I can’t always talk God in every interaction I have with my children or people at large. But I can always strive for wisdom.