When I was a child there was a song that I really liked called “The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock.” As a child it was because it had fun hand motions that go with it. As a slightly older child it gave me a sense of wonder. The seemingly ever faithfulness of that stone foundation compared to its shifting and flowing cousin, the sand, that has as change it’s only constant seemed like a fantastic metaphor to me.

Then I got even older and I learned something about rocks and sand. Because they are not so different as they might seem. What is sand but a volume of very small rocks? What is a rock but a very large grain of sand? What, then, if we could build a house so small that it fit on a single grain of sand? Or, more likely, we built it so large that it covered several large rocks so that they are no more stable than sand beneath its mighty feet?

I saw the ruins of buildings that the Anasazi left, built on rocks, out of rocks and sometimes even inside rocks. And they were still ruins. They did not stand the test of time. Sometimes even rocks shift and break. The earth is moved by powerful forces that we can not predict and have no hope of counteracting.

There is one stone, one rock, upon which we can build that will not crumble or shift with the heaving and jostling of the earth beneath.

These stones reminded of that, just when I needed it.


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