A Pile of Rocks

I’ve been re-reading the histories of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob this week. A big chunk of the Bible is written about these guys, and the things they did. And one of the things they all spent a lot of time doing: stacking up rocks. The did this when they built altars. Now we see the word “altar” and think about the large wooden tables we have in sanctuaries. In the places we’ve set aside (made Holy) and regularly revisit for a time and place of worship. But these three left altars all over the place.

Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob didn’t hop on a camel to go worship on a schedule in the temple (which wouldn’t even be around for several hundred more years), but they built altars when and where they met God throughout their own journeys. And the descriptions we have of the kind of monuments these men were building were more like “Let me grab the tallest rock in my immediate surroundings and stand it upright,” or “I’m gonna just make a pile of rocks right where I stand.” Rocks. I mean, come on, really? Rocks? They were ordinary. But so were the moments before any of these guys simply realized they were already in the presence of God. Their altars were built from what they had. From what God provided for them, really. If worship is a response to God, then our responsibility is to be aware of just how much we are surrounded by His presence, providence, Grace, and love at all times. It’s to make altars from God’s gifts, ordinary as they may seem to us. From the arts, from friendships, from coffee, and from the very rocks and ground upon which we stand right now. God’s is present all around us even when we’re not in the sanctuary. Let’s pile up some rocks.

Author: Danny

Occasional Ecuadorian