Rock Collecting

As a small kid I collected rocks: some for their color and some for their shape and some because I imagined some great person in history, once walked over this very stone, or some such non-sensible story I had concocted at the age of eight. Rocks have no power, they hold no mysteries. 

Scientists have studied them extensively and a rock is simply one of three things: compacted dirt, (sedimentary) igneous rock, (made up of solidified magma) or metamorphic rock (sedimentary and igneous rocks that have been under high pressure).


Yet, rocks can have purpose. They can be materials for building: like a foundation, a cornerstone, or bricks. Rocks can also be destructive, used like small missiles thrown to cause damage.


When the Pharisees brought the prostitute before Jesus and told Him the law says stone her. Jesus said “He who is without sin, cast the first stone”.

She was wrong, her sin was clear. The law was clearer, yet Jesus saw her worth. He saw her for who she was designed to be.


As each stone fell out of the hands of her accusers, she inched closer to her freedom. There is freedom in Christ: freedom from the law of sin and death. No matter who you are, or where you are in your life, Jesus holds your freedom.


His burden is easy, not heavy like the one you carry now.


Let the love of Christ take those stones that were meant for your harm. When those stones encounter Jesus, THE ROCK, the cornerstone, then they will break against Him, and you will be free to be healed, restored and changed forever.


Question: 
Did you ever collect rocks?