What do Pan Am, E.F. Hutton, Oldsmobile, Banker’s Trust, and Amoco have in common? They are all major companies that have come and gone; the once familiar icons now relegated to museums.
If you had your retirement nest egg resting in the branches of these companies, “all the king’s horses and all the king’s men” cannot put it back together again!
What we are trusting in matters – it matters a great deal.
“The hope of the godless comes to nothing. Everything they count on will collapse. They are leaning on a spider’s web.” ~ Job 8:13b-14 NLT

Spider’s webs. I love to look at them shimmering in the early light of a morning sun; the dew drops revealing the intricate design of the tiny artist. Nevertheless as lovely as that creation may be, I know better than to lean on it and expect any kind of support. (Sorry, Spiderman, it is just not possible!)
In the same manner, we must be careful what we are “leaning on.” The companies we work for today may go overseas tomorrow… The hot stock we are counting on to see us through in our golden years may become ice cold… The politician who promises gold may turn out to be Rumpelstiltskin… The spouse who vowed eternal love may decide to rewrite the definition of eternity…
The only One we can lean on is the eternal God who holds us up with “everlasting arms.” (Deut. 33:27) He is faithful and true; an intensively present helper in times of trouble and the only Rock worth building our lives upon. His icon – an old rugged cross and an empty tomb – is not gathering dust in a man-made museum, but is forever enshrined as the hope of mankind.
What are you leaning on?


Back in the day, day-time television was all about game shows. One of my favorites was “Let’s Make A Deal.” People would dress up in silly costumes and hope to make it to the final round where they would be given the chance to select door number one, two or three. When I played along I would usually shout, “I’ll take door number two!” Sometimes the Big Deal would be revealed behind this door and sometimes I would get “zonked.” Since I was playing along at home, the choice I made was inconsequential and meaningless.
The summer of 1990 brings back such memories. Lee was nine years old and Briana was four. Our first trip was to Michigan and took fifteen hours. The second was to the General Assembly at San Antonio, Texas and you don’t even want to know how long of a drive that was. To make matters worse, we were in a very small Oldsmobile Calais. On the journey home, by the time we hit Atlanta, I was ready to bypass our house and head to the psychiatric hospital! Honestly!

hat feat alone assured me that “he had it bad!!”)