Many of us are familiar with rolling stones, rocks, and/or boulders
around. You can’t dig in the dirt around Dahlonega without encountering them. Every landscape design either involves incorporating them or removing them.
Do your post-hole diggers look like mine?
The thin blades that enter the ground are bent from trying to bore
through rocks? I have been to many of
your houses. You and I both use these wonderful, multi-sized rocks as
landscaping borders for flower beds, ponds or trails.
Unfortunately some of us live towards the top of a hill. We
could talk for days about the perils of trying to roll, cart, drag, push or
coerce these rocks to the places we want them.
My back aches at the memory. My
hands have the scars and callouses to attest to the jagged edges. My
knees…………well you have seen me hobbling around the last few weeks. Moving stones should be left to
Takeuchi, John Deere, Kubota, or Massey-Ferguson. Each rock on my property comes with a story
of how it was turned from obstacle to art.
I am not sure of the geological circumstances that embedded
so many rocks in our precious soil, but here they are. Sometimes we find them out of place and
need/want them moved to a more advantageous location.
The stone in front of Jesus’ tomb has become a metaphor for
all that might entomb us. The seeming
ease at which the giant stone was rolled from Jesus’ tomb opens us up to the
possibility for hope. Whatever
stone/rock/boulder that binds us can, through the grace of God, be moved. The stones/rocks/boulders that frame the
paths of our lives are reminders of the power of God to heal and restore. Here’s to moving stones, Here’s to Easter
Hope!
