When I was seven, I once tried to dig a hole to the other side of the earth. I imagined that if I dug straight, eventually I would pop out, upside down, in some bustling Chinese marketplace. What kid hasn’t dreamed of doing this? I didn’t know then that my 7,916 miles of digging would end not in China, but probably in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
I can laugh now at the thought of my ambitious undertaking. After the dirt of my own backyard, I would have had to dig through miles of rock before reaching the mantle, the outer core, and the inner core with its white-hot combination of nickel, aluminum, and iron. Who knows what else I’d find along the way? Well, God does. He knows every inch of what He has made.
I like thinking about that. As strong as the earth is under my feet, God is stronger. He holds in His hand every continental shelf, every ocean, every seven-year-old with a shovel. Lots of things are impossible for me, but nothing is impossible for God, even rising up from the grave with salvation for me.