Psalm 61:2 "I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I."
To what does a drowning man cling when he feels that death is only a moment away? To his watersoaked briefcase which he is hugging to his breast? To his wet clothing which can finally only drag him down to a watery grave? No! He reaches out and away from himself to something solid and immovable -- something to which he can hold fast despite the undertow of the swirling water.