As a young teen, one of my favourite pastimes when the wind blew strong from the north was head to the jagged shoreline near my house and cling to a rock.

Don’t judge – there wasn’t a lot to do in my sleepy coastal town!

Anyway, my mates and I would head down to the beach, find a spot where the wind-whipped waves were crashing over the rocks, malign each others manliness until we all climbed out into a precarious position and waited for the onslaught.

It was stupid.

But it was still kinda fun, and I have good memories associated with this juvenile past-time. The worst that ever happened was when my mate Nigel was tumbled over the rocks and emerged somewhat ‘debarked’.

The waves were never that big. Our lives were never really in danger. But I can remember clinging on with grim resolve lest I be the one washed off first.

Of course, if the stakes were higher – if the waves were bigger, if the drop-off greater, well, things would have been different.

My ‘clinging’ would have shifted to another gear altogether. No longer fighting for childish bragging rights, I would have been clinging on for life itself.

Sometimes ‘holding fast’ is a life and death experience.

1 Corinthians 15:1–2 (ESV)

1 Now I would remind you, brothers, of the gospel I preached to you, which you received, in which you stand, 2 and by which you are being saved, if you hold fast to the word I preached to you—unless you believed in vain.

I’m reminded to cling to Christ – yet more specifically, to cling to the good news of Christ; the gospel.

It’s life and death. The wind is howling, the waves are building and life is coming at me with all it’s fury.

What have I to cling to?

Hold fast to the gospel. Cling to Christ.

I have no other stand, and as the old hymn reminds me, ‘all other ground is sinking sand‘.

Cling to the rock of ages. Find your security and comfort in him.

He will not fail you. He will not lose you.

And though you cling to him, it is actually he who holds you.

Christ has no need to cling, his hold is secure, there is no fear of him losing his grip.

To the praise of his glory!

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