Whosoever comes to me, and hears my sayings, and does them, I will show you to whom he is like: He is like a man who built a house, and dug deep, and laid the foundation on a rock: and when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it: for it was founded upon a rock. But he that hears, and does not, is like a man that without a foundation built a house upon the earth; against which the stream did beat vehemently, and immediately it fell; and the ruin of that house was great. Luke 6:46-49 …a foundation of repentance from dead works, of faith toward God, of the teaching of baptisms, of laying on of hands, of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment… Hebrews 6:1-3
“Mr. Sandstrom!”; the voice on the other end of the line was very excited. “It’s done, I have finished it. Your house is all done. Come out to your property as soon as you can and I’ll show you what I’ve built. Oh, and bring your friends too, I think you’ll really want to celebrate when you see it. It’s always nice to have friends on such a happy occasion.”
It was the call I had been waiting for. I had selected a piece of property next to a peaceful river with shade trees in abundance. It was a restful place to get away from the hustle-bustle of life and I wanted the just the right house built for me on this perfect property. I had searched for just the right builder and selected Spiro because others had told me he was the best. He reportedly put himself into his work completely and knew exactly what he was doing. I left him to himself on the project, satisfied with the assurance of his stellar reputation. I knew I had no concerns and he would build me the best house I had ever seen. I had anticipated this call for quite some time and now, quite excited, began making calls to invite all my friends to see my new house.
The drive to the property took about an hour with my van full of excited friends. On the way we talked about my new place, tried to imagine what it might look like, how it would feel, and some remarked about the calming sound of the river and the smell of the trees and wildflowers. Behind me a small parade of cars followed with even more friends. They too were excited to see my new house. I could tell already, this was going to be one of the best days of my life.
“There it is!”, my wife Linda seated next to me was practically jumping out of her seat. “There’s our sign, it’s right there; 77 Verda Lane, Sandstrom!”
This was our own driveway and we had named it ourselves; Verda Lane. I made a slow turn into the gravel. It would take another five minutes up our long drive to reach the spot where our new house sat. I was anxious to finally see what Spiro had built me. As I approached I saw only a few piles of building materials and some stones in the ground. I wondered to myself why I couldn’t see the house from here. It had been months since I had been out to the property and I remembered the house being closer to the end of the driveway. I was very confused.
“Ahhh…Mr. Sandstom, how was your drive?” It was Spiro, my builder, standing at my van window greeting me with a big smile on his face.
“Well, it was fine, Spiro, but where is my house? I don’t see anything. I thought you said my house was done.” Spiro looked at me rather quizzically but the smile didn’t leave his face.
“Indeed it is done, Mr. Sandstrom. It’s right over here. Come over here and let me show you. Bring all your friends if you want.” Spiro began heading toward the river and I quickly jumped out of my van to follow. The only thought running through my head was that he had obviously made a mistake and built my house in the wrong place. I was ready to become upset but we were indeed headed to the exact spot by the river I had selected. But still…I could see no house, just a bunch of stones in the ground.
“Mr. Sandstrom, isn’t she beautiful?” Spiro threw his arms wide and began pointing to the series of stones that formed a long rectangle shape sunk deep into the ground. The smile on his face was huge now and he looked very proud of his work.
“But where’s the house?” I asked, quite irritated. He didn’t seem to understand my question and just looked at me puzzled, but still smiling, so I asked again. “Spiro, I hired you to build me a house, this is just a bunch of stones. Where’s my house?” I found myself yelling and I was feeling just a little ashamed at my outburst.
“Oh, but Mr. Sandstrom, this is your house. These stones are the finest foundation you could ever have.”
“But where’s the rest? Four months and this is what you’ve accomplished? I wanted a house!”
“Well, Mr. Sandstrom, a good project like this takes time. It took three whole days for my excavators to dig all the way down to the bedrock. After that, I started in one corner and carefully placed the best stone right on top of the bedrock. Then I put twelve more stones in the ground, each one building on the other, but all supported by that one solid stone in the corner that rests firmly on the bedrock. Then, for good measure, I carefully mortared it all together so they all became like one large immovable stone. I assure you this foundation is a work of art Mr. Sandstrom. Something like this takes a little time to construct but this is indeed your house. Isn’t she beautiful?” Spiro was throwing up his arms and dancing around. “Come on, get your friends, let’s have a party and celebrate your new house.”
I was quite a bit less excited than Spiro and could only stare in disbelief. I had come all this way for nothing. What could I possibly tell my friends to make them understand? I was glaring at Spiro and anger began to seethe inside me.
“But what about the walls, floors, ceilings, light fixtures. All that stuff that makes a house a home.” I asked Spiro, still amazed he had called me, and all my friends out here for nothing. ” Where is all that stuff?”
Spiro looked at me as if I were crazy and just didn’t understand what he was saying. He was still smiling, but the look in his eyes was one of worry. He was completely baffled at my inability to understand that these stones in the ground were my house. He threw an arm over my shoulder.
“Mr. Sandstrom, you’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of you to build walls, anyway you choose. Let me show you something though.” He led me to the edge of the river and pointing at the mountains far beyond with a broad sweep of his arm said; “Someday, Mr. Sandstrom, a great storm is going to come down over those mountains, huge dark clouds filled with rain will drop their moisture and this peaceful river you so admire is going to become a raging torrent.” Spiro’s face now had a look of mock terror. “When that happens, Mr. Sandstrom, the walls, the floors, the ceilings, all those things that bring you comfort will wash away if you haven’t built them properly. In fact, every bit of it may wash away, but never my foundation…never. Mr. Sandstrom, I assure you that foundation you see right there is your house. I even back it up with a lifetime guarantee. It will survive even the worst possible storm without moving. The rest of it, the stuff you build on top, well, I can’t guarantee that. If all your walls wash away you can always rebuild, right? But if my foundation should wash away, well, your walls cannot ever be rebuilt and then everything will be lost. That’s why I spend all of my time building you a solid foundation. The rest, I just leave that up to you. My work is done.”
I was speechless as a big smile crept back onto his face. Spiro apparently assumed I understood what he had said, I was still wondering about my walls, but throwing his hands in the air he yelled; “OK, Mr. Sandstrom, let’s have that party, go get your friends.”
What else could I do. We celebrated my new house.
And when the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the LORD, they set the priests in their apparel with trumpets, and the Levites the sons of Asaph with cymbals, to praise the LORD, according to the ordinance of David king of Israel. And they sang together responsively in praising and giving thanks unto the LORD; because he is good, for his mercy endures forever toward Israel. And all the people shouted with a great shout, when they praised the LORD, because the foundation of the house of the LORD was laid. But many of the priests and Levites and heads of the fathers’ houses, who were old men, who had seen the first house, when the foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, wept with a loud voice; and many shouted aloud for joy: So that the people could not discern the noise of the shout of joy from the noise of the weeping of the people: for the people shouted with a loud shout, and the noise was heard afar off. Ezra 3:10-13
Most of us presented with Mr. Sandstrom’s predicament would react in the same manner. We would feel cheated in some way. We asked for a dwelling but instead just got a complete foundation and nothing else. Our natural assumption is that walls, floors, ceilings and fixtures are what makes a house a home. In God’s realm, and in a spiritual house, there is nothing more important than the foundation. In Ezra, when the temple was being constructed, all work stopped when the foundation was finished, and a large celebration ensued. So large the sound was heard for quite a distance. We think of houses as four walls and a ceiling, but God thinks of it as a solid foundation instead. A building is truly only as good as its foundation.
Paul, in writing to the people of Corinth, referred to the Corinthian people as God’s farming (or crop) but also as temples of God (a habitation for God’s Spirit), in need of a firm foundation.
…You are God’s farming, God’s building. According to the grace of God which was given to me, as a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and another builds on it. But let each man be careful how he builds on it. For no one can lay any other foundation than that which has been laid, which is Jesus Christ. But if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay, or stubble; each man’s work will be revealed. For the Day will declare it, because it is revealed in fire; and the fire itself will test what sort of work each man’s work is. If any man’s work remains which he built on it, he will receive a reward. If any man’s work is burned, he will suffer loss, but he himself will be saved, but as through fire. Don’t you know that you are a temple of God, and that God’s Spirit lives in you? If anyone destroys the temple of God, God will destroy him; for God’s temple is holy, which you are. 1 Corinthians 3:9-16
Paul told the Corinthians that he completed the construction of their buildings only as far as the foundation and the rest was up to them. He admonished them to be careful how they build and to select materials carefully. In God’s kingdom there is nothing more important than a solid foundation, the rest is simply extra. Look again carefully at the scripture above. Paul told the Corinthians “no one can lay any other foundation than that which has been laid, which is Jesus Christ”, but he also said, “if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay, or stubble; each man’s work will be revealed.” He then goes on to say “If any man’s work remains which he built on it, he will receive a reward. If any man’s work is burned, he will suffer loss, but he himself will be saved, but as through fire.” So which is more important to our eternal salvation, the foundation or that which we build on the foundation? We see here, by Paul’s words, it is our foundation that brings about eternal salvation. The materials we select for the building on top of that foundation only bring us our reward, but only if we have chosen wisely. If a person has laid their foundation in Jesus Christ, but the the construction of the rest of their life is simply a pile of wood, hay and stubble, they may suffer great loss in the purging fire at the end, but they will find an eternal inheritance.
However God’s firm foundation stands, having this seal, “The Lord knows those who are his,” and, “Let every one who names the name of the Lord depart from unrighteousness.” Now in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of clay. Some are for honor, and some for dishonor. If anyone therefore purges himself from these, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified, and suitable for the master’s use, prepared for every good work. 2 Timothy 2:19-21
There is no more important principle in our daily walk than the foundation of God and Christ. It is life itself. Judge no man by the appearance of the building you see. Only the Lord sees who is built on the solid rock, and who is built on sand. The Lord knows those that are his. If you follow this way and build on the solid rock…then you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but you are fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God, being built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the chief cornerstone; in whom the whole building, fitted together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord; in whom you also are built together for a habitation of God in the Spirit. Ephesians 2:19-22