Thou art the same, when contrasted with nature. - The solid bases of the hills were laid in their sockets by Thy hands. The blue tapestry of the sky was woven by Thy fingers; and it is as easy for Thee to lay it aside and substitute new heavens as for us to lay aside a worn-out dress and take another. And as the change of dress does not affect the nature of the wearer, neither will all the changes of creation or nature affect the power of Thine hand or the tenderness of Thy heart. Thou art the same!
Thou art the same, when contrasted with men. They come and go. The great ones of the past-Abraham, Moses, David, Elijah - stood with Thee for a moment on the earth, and then passed into the great silence. Augustine, Luther, Calvin, Knox, wrought for Thee and with Thee, and passed away. Our own teachers and friends have not been suffered to continue by reason of death. One by one they have passed from us; but Thou art the same, and Thy years shall not fail.
Thou art the same, when contrasted with our own moods and impulses. - They are too fitful; like the morning dew; like the evening wind. Sometimes we feel we could die for Thee; at other times we sleep amid Thy sorrows. Emotions, resolutions, methods of thought and action, are permanent only in their changefulness. But Thou art the same - changeless and timeless, our Rock of Ages, our impregnable Fortress and Home!
This was the import of the Burning Bush which flamed out on the hillside in the dark night, but did not burn to the ground. Steadily, constantly, fiercely, the fire shone, but needed no fuel from the tree - symbol of the I AM.