I'm driving on Route 76 in Somerset County, and as I approach the Allegheny Mountain Tunnel, I have the strangest feeling that such things cannot be. A tunnel through the mountain? How? The mountain rises up to block the path, and yet I'm sucked into the tiny black hole in its side. I'm driving in that silent tunnel, and I'm thinking of impossible pathways.
The Red Sea. The Jordan. I think of Psalm 77: "Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen."
I think of all the strange and unfamiliar and just impossible paths God sets us on. When I ask, How will I get through this? I remember this from Isaiah 42: "I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them."
When I'm on what looks like an unfamiliar (strange, impossible path) these days, I know that every obstacle has an equally powerful tunnel that God cuts in the unmovable rock.
That's how I get through.
Aren't tunnels just amazing?