I was reading 1 Peter this morning. One thing that I should expect by now, from the Holy Spirit, is His uncanny ability to make me pay attention. I didn’t realize that today I needed to remember where I am wedged into this life. I did.
Come to him, a living stone, though rejected by mortals yet chosen and precious in God’s sight, and like living stones, let yourselves be built into a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For it stands in scripture:
“See, I am laying in
a cornerstone chosen and precious;
and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame.” (1 Peter 2:4-6, NRSV)
I am in the middle of planning a conference, planning a youth activity, planning my grocery list, planning this week, planning a new exercise program, planning a devotional, planning my future…and I was told to look down. I am high on a wall. Right below me I see countless living stones. I hear them mumble of lives lived from on top of the Cornerstone.
Around me I see that we have built something grand, a spiritual house. I see that there is not one building but many in this spiritual house. There are spires and buttresses.
We are fitted tightly together and we cannot fall. The Cornerstone assures us of this. We are sitting on top of the apostles, the saints. We are placed upon mothers and grandmothers who stood in the gaps of this wall so that we could be placed above them.
It is beautiful, but no one is admiring the grandeur of this structure. All of the stones are transfixed on one old, worn, sturdy stone. It sits in the corner.
Living stones, one on another for eternity.
Are there significant people who sit under you, or next to you, in your wall? If so, who are they?
Thank you, Father, for the living stones that we sit upon. Thank you for being the cornerstone of our faith every day. Let us build on you today. Let us make something noble and deserving of your greatness and stability. Give us the strength and direction to accomplish this.
I am glad that you are part of the wall with me, next to me. You have been a strength, an encouragement to me always pointing me back to the Cornerstone.
ReplyDeleteI picture my Sunday School Teacher during my Junior High years as one of those very stable, strong, support stones laid solid below me. He passed away when I was 15. The lessons he taught me resonate still, I find myself interpreting the Scriptures often through the lens he taught me. What a blessing.