It’s been said that there are no words to describe the Grand Canyon. That’s true. The only way I can describe its awesomeness is to note that the lowest section of rocks –the rock that’s down by the Colorado River called the Vishnu Basement Rocks– are 1,700 million years old.
That’s a huge number and it’s not even close to when the earth was formed. As I looked into this famous striated gash in the earth over a four-day period, I felt as if I could peer into the earth’s core. How long has our Creator been around forming planets and galaxies and mammals and mile-deep canyons that change colors by the moment?
Hebrews 1:10 tells us, “You, Lord, in the beginning laid the foundation of the earth, And the heavens are the work of Your hands. They will perish, but You remain. And they will grow old like a garment. Like a cloak You will fold them up. And they will be changed. But You are the same, and Your years will not fail.”
Over all those millions of years at the Grand Canyon, He has not changed. He folded up each stage of the Canyon’s life like a cloak. The seas that once covered the desert, all the plant life and sea creatures and dinosaurs — folded into these rocky cliffs and the unreachable spires and pinnacles. In the span of those millions of years, the early human inhabitants — those who seem so primitive to us, whose stone structures and crude implements we now unearth — inhaled the same dry dust and hunted the same squirrels, mule deer and bobcats we see today.
They perished as we will perish. But He remains the same. And that is even harder to fathom than the time it took to carve the Grand Canyon.
Blessings and kind regards to you all.