A visit to Karijini National Park in Western Australia’s Pilbara region last week was a refreshing reminder of the wonder of God’s handiwork.
The rugged beauty of the ancient walls contrasted with the freshness of rock pools and the grandeur of waterfalls. The rush of water plunging down the rock face overwhelmed the senses, but in another part of the gorge the twitter of birds was all that broke the silence.
The challenges of nature were everywhere. I couldn’t help noticing the gnarled trees that perched on the rocks and maintained life when the source of life: water and soil, seemed so hard to reach. Over the years the roots had pushed their way through tiny crevices in the rock and had pushed their way towards sunlight, then downwards towards the water far below. The search for water was the factor that enabled the roots to reach further and deeper, no longer restrained by earth, but holding onto the rock face as they spread downwards towards the source of life.
As I looked at these roots I could hear the writer of Psalm 42 talking about the desperate search for God that is built into every person. While it may not be something we are aware of, there is a longing that can’t be filled by anything other than the Creator himself : As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”