The most interesting find comes from Texas. The drought
uncovered evidence of a lost species: a Texas liberal Democrat! Only joking!
Although what they found was almost as rare. The footprints of a 113 million
year-old dinosaur were discovered at Dinosaur Valley State Park. The prints of the
three-toed Acrocanthosaurus were found in the dry river bed of the Paluxy
River, southwest of Fort Worth. They were preserved by sediments of the river.
In his novella (and movie) “A River Runs Through It,” Norman
Maclean remembers the people of Big Blackfoot River in Montana. He concludes
the book, “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the
basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the
rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.”
A mountain stream caused MacLean to ponder the “timeless
raindrops” etched into stone and write his novel. As I ponder the ancient
footprints of dinosaurs, I think of what can be found in ancient depths of the
human soul. Some say each soul is unique, formed at birth, which means mine is
a mere seven decades old. Others thinks that the human soul is at least as
ancient as our species, and probably as ancient as life on earth.
In my experience the spiritual essence found in the depths
of my being is older than that. It is eternal. Ecclesiastes wrote: “God has
placed eternity in the heart of men, yet they cannot fathom the work that God
has done from beginning to end.”
Before there was the idea of God, there was the Nameless.
This is what was revealed to Moses in the burning bush. “I am that I am”
explained Yahweh, when Moses’ asked God’s name. “Before Abraham was, I am,”
said Jesus, thereby exposing himself to charges of blasphemy, which resulted in
this execution.
The human soul bears witness to this Divine Reality. For most
of our lives this Timeless Truth is hidden beneath the rushing waters of daily
life. When a spiritual drought descends upon our lives in the form of the Dark
Night of the Soul, the waters dry up and the soul is revealed. At those times
we can see the footprints of God etched across its surface.
Our human soul bears evidence of its ancient and divine origin.
The soul (if you want to use that term) is older than we are, existing long
before our birth. It is older than the human race, older than mammals, older
than the dinosaurs that roamed Texas, older than the first one-celled organism
that was born from earth’s primeval ocean. Older than the Earth, our solar
system and our galaxy. Older than the Big Bang that formed the universe.
Its human form is just the most recent expression of this
ancient Reality. Some want to give this Ultimate Reality a name and build a
religion around it. Some people want to claim this ancient Truth as their sole
possession, with them as the sole spokesmen and apostles. I harbor no such
fantasy. This is bigger than my religion or my human race.
I am nothing in comparison, no more than a rain drop in the
mud. No more than an eddy in an earthly river. Yet my roots go deep into this ancient
bedrock. From it I draw upon the waters of life. This is my life. This alone is
real. All else is as transient as footprints in the mud, even if those
footprints are hardened into rock that lasts 113 million years.
Dinosaur fossils will melt away in time. Our human species
will disappear, as longer-lived species have died out before us. Our names, nations,
cultures and religions will be forgotten, but the Nameless One is eternal. To
find ourselves in this Nameless One is to find our true selves. That is what
the Bible means by being found “in Christ.”
Droughts are difficult times, but they can reveal priceless treasure, if we keep our eyes open. This is what Jesus called the “pearl of great price,” and “treasure hidden in the field.” It is worth all we possess, even our lives, if we are willing to pay that price. Why not? As Jim Eliot famously said, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.”