So where are your memorial stones? Which ones have you set up that you would want to take your children to and show in order to tell God’s story for your life? Which ones are those that haunt you when you experience your own rejection, loss, discouragement or abandonment? Which are the stones that define your life? But they are not places I should stop at. These places are real, and they are places to pass through. When I go back to these spots I do not rejoice in what God has done. But unlike the twelve stone memorial in Gilgal, mine are not in places of celebration. I am the first to admit that those experiences in my life helped shape who I am and I firmly believe in a sovereign God whose guiding hand is present even in the most difficult of circumstances. I began praying for their complete destruction, knowing that if they remained they could destroy me. On the day that I realized this I began praying that God would blow them to pieces. I think everyone has a memorial stone or two that’s in the wrong place. Many people, though they wouldn’t word it this way, have lodged these destructive memorial stones so deeply into their minds and hearts, smoothing them out over the years to make them as comfortable and “nice” as they can be as they try to rest near restless places. These stones are not there to remember what God has done and the purpose for which I exist they are there out of bitterness, a lack of forgiveness, anger and self-pity.Īnd I know I’m not the only one.
I go to those stones and I sit there, resting by them, taking in those moments that have passed years ago, but haunt me to this day and affect the man that I am. Honestly, when times get difficult, metaphorically speaking, instead of going back to all those stones where I can recall and rejoice in God’s work in my life to lead me back to a healthy fear of him, I go to the stones where I’ve experienced painful rejection and loss, utter discouragement and abandonment. I have spent much of my life putting stones in the wrong places. I realized something I had never really thought of before. I was slapped in the face by reality, sin, and the fallen world we live in. Something strange happened just the day after I came up with this idea. It’s amazing in my head now, but by that point in my life my kids may ask why I didn’t just show them pictures or a hologram of these places. And then, one day, instead of taking a road trip to Canton or Springfield or Cooperstown or Disneyland, I could take my children on the “stone memorial tour” and show them the story of my life through the Lens of the Triune God’s work in it. I could go back to the University of Florida and place a stone where I knew God was speaking to me so powerfully with the simple words, “help people.” I could go back to my apartment in Italy and place a stone where God had brought me to a place of repentance and biblical community such as I had never known before, which led to much deeper understanding of the gospel. I could go back to the church near Tampa where I heard the gospel for the first time when I was 11 and put a stone there. Though I don’t have kids yet…well I don’t even have a wife yet…or a girlfriend (minor details), I thought how amazing it would be to go back to places in my life where the Lord has worked so mightily and place my own stones there. My first reaction was awe and excitement because I got a great idea, which doesn’t happen too often. This was the first, and most prominent, of seven such stone memorials established throughout the book of Joshua (7:26 8:28-29 8:30-32 10:27 22:34 24:26-27). The purpose was to keep the nation’s eyes on God, going beyond mere acknowledgment of a past event, but to actually evoke an sincere, sober response toward Him.
It was for that generation and all the generations to follow to remind them what God had done and to ensure that they feared the Lord their God forever (vv.
These twelve stones were a memorial for the people of Israel forever (v. Once they had done this, they took those stones and set them up at Gilgal. After they all had passed, God commanded Joshua to get a man from each tribe – twelve in all – to gather twelve stones “from here out of the midst of the Jordan” (v.
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