SouthernAngel's "Stones"

Stones

The stones sit broken and tumbled as if some giant child tossed them down with indifference after finding something of more interest to play with. A river nearby flows, relentlessly cutting through the landscape dividing the earth into sections. Men are digging in the ruins and finding items of great worth, they say. Relics that give us a glimpse of life way back then.

The scientists revel in the finds of the day. Scrawls on shards of pottery and carvings on the stones depict how food was gathered and how these forgotten inhabitants worshipped their gods.

I imagine these long-dead people with painted faces, feather plumes, animal skins, and great passion, reaching toward the sky. They chant and twirl about in their ornate costumes, but the stone gods sit silently. Years pass, and their kingdom crumbles except for stones the workers found.

The stone gods were fashioned by human hands and were once revered, worshipped, and recipients of sacrifice. The stone is cold, hard, unfeeling, and incapable of thirst, hunger, and pain. Yet this people held these artifacts in high esteem and worthy of much adoration and fear. Now these mighty carved gods are mere crumbling icons that are half buried in a dusty field representing a past life.

In our current day, idols are no longer made of stone. They range from paper to living beings, and even branch out to electronics. Idols present us with obstacles and temptations that we strive to overcome physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Feeding them taxes us, thus weakening our souls. No one can serve two masters.

Corinthians reminds us, "We know that an idol is nothing at all in the world and that there is no God but one."

Our legacy should be faith to our One God and trust in Him to provide for us as a Great Father would, not a field of scattered stones.

Are there stones in your field or do you cling to ‘The Rock’?

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