Being young in the era of explosive technological innovation and social upheaval is exciting.
But someday you will call yourself old and the revolution will have gone on without you. You will no longer surf the zeitgeist. You will have become disillusioned with it.
Then you will look for an old rock to stand on. For stable meaning and sturdy hope. For something to resolve your shame and satisfy your desperation and loneliness. For something that truly lasts.
“The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” (Psalm 18:2)