Tuesday January 9, 2018 Stones

Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, to serve as a sign among you.  In the future, when your children ask you, “What do these stones mean?” tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord.    Joshua 4:5-7

As I take down my Christmas decorations I carefully pack away the ornaments that I have accumulated through the years.  Each one has a memory attached to it, from a family reunion in Copper Mountain, from the grandson’s first cruise with us, from the first Disney vacation taken in 1987.  When I read this passage this morning it made me think that my memories are very similar to so many who have immortalized importance in things.  Joshua wanted his people to always remember how God had protected and saved the Israelites in so many ways.  This final trip into the “Promised Land” was through the Jordan River where the people walked dry shod.  The twelve stones would help this occasion to live on.

People wear jewelry to commemorate relationships: marriage, engagement and even friendships.  I have antiques that were my grandmothers that remind me of my heritage.  Communities have statues of favorite sons and daughters that remind them of the great deeds done by this person.  But often we drive by and ignore these landmarks because they are always a part of our life.  Joshua wanted the question to be asked so that the memory could be shared.  Time eroded those rocks and familiarity does the same.  That is why it is good that I don’t leave my Christmas tree up all year long.  I need a reason to refresh my mind and to consider life as I have known it.

God has given me stones to remind me of His love.  The Church building, the Cross, the altar each reminds me of His love and sacrifice for me.  My Church does this in a special way because I was around before it was built, so like Joshua, the stones that were assembled to build it, mark a great change and a new birth for me.  Each person must find their own ‘HOLY” remembrance so that when passing by, the wonder can be revisited and shared.

God I am so grateful for the stones that have reminded me of Your love.  Help me to share how You have changed my life, never unwilling to tell what these stones mean to me.      

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