“Some days are diamonds. Some days are rocks.” –Tom Petty
I remember a time, not too long ago, when I was desperately searching for a diamond, but every new day seemed like just another rock. One day at a time, it seemed like I rocked through weeks, months and years.
It wasn’t just circumstances that made me feel like I was stuck between a rock and hard place. Spiritually speaking, I was eating gravel. Nothing tasted good to my spirit. Nothing seemed to nourish my soul. I had been studying the Scriptures for decades, yet I wasn’t experiencing the reality of what God promises in His good news.
The gospel was like a priceless Jewel sitting on a velvet pillow inside a glass case behind velvet ropes. I could see the precious gem and admire its beauty, but I could not touch it. I was captivated by its splendor and dazzled by its brilliance, but I couldn’t access it. Unable to lay hold of it, I circled the glass case with my clipboard in hand, recording elaborate descriptions of this on-of-a-kind Jewel.
I became increasingly frustrated. So, I complained to God by painting this picture for Him.
If the priceless Jewel of the gospel is Your free gift, why can’t I receive it? If I desire to possess the precious Gem you are offering, why won’t you grant me access to it?
In time, He would answer my complaint with another picture.
My heart was a rough stone sitting on a soft pillow, locked in a glass case, behind armed lasers and locked doors. But an Intruder came. Somehow He had gotten through the doors, and past the lasers, and gained entry into the glass case. It was dark when the Intruder came, and I couldn’t see. But I resisted the Invader, and voiced loud objections to His rough handling.
But this was no Intruder. He had gained rightful access through an exchange. He had given His life—a Jewel of inestimable, infinite value—in exchange for the right to access the rough stone of my heart.
And He immediately began cutting.
Looking back, I realize that, day after rock-like day, He had been turning that rough stone and cutting new facets. All the while He’d been gazing with delight upon my heart-stone, seeing the finished diamond from the moment He began His work.
While I resisted and protested and complained, the Gem-cutter kept romancing the stone. And, lo and behold, to my great astonishment, all through those rocky days God had been granting me access to His gospel Jewel by giving Christ access to the rough stone of my heart.
Some days are rocks. Some seasons are rocky. Sometimes we’re on the rocks. There are times when we hit rock-bottom. But through it all, the Gem-cutter is always holding us securely in His hands. And He is always romancing the stone.
That said, Diamond Dave has a question for you:
Why is it that “rock” days seem to be the best days for diamond cutting?