I have suffered a myriad of strange urges in my life, singing to a rock has not been one of them.  Why would someone serenade a mineral or be joyful over a stone?  I suppose I have seen the light of happiness in a woman’s eyes as she shows her girlfriends a pebble on her finger…

Our world spins so furiously it is somewhat of an amazement that we have lost appreciation for the staid security of rocks.  Perhaps the allure of the rock succumbed to our propensity to dissect everything.  A rock is no longer a symbol of security, of stability; it is a compression of elements or a repository of evolutionary history.  How long has it been since a commercial advertising the “Strength of the Rock” flickered across your television screen?

The Psalmist lived in a land of rocks, rocks were then and are to this day easily stumbled upon.  Familiarity did not breed contempt, however, and when it came time to laud the character of his God the rocks cried out.  The Psalmist expressed the depth of his conviction regarding the stability and sureness of salvation in God as the congregation is enjoined to sing and shout to the Rock of Ages. 

A song to the Rock anyone?

“Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!” (Psalm 95:1, ESV)