A ROCK IS A HARD PLACE...BUT NOT IMMOVABLE

No one who puts her hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.

Then another said, "I'm ready to follow you, Master, but first excuse me while I get things straightened out at home." Jesus said, "No procrastination. No backward looks. You can't put God's kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day."-Luke 9:61 ,62 Message Bible

So…my hand is to the plow…I am following…am I not? But guess what? My field…the field has some rocks…and yes…I have looked back…at times…and wondered if I should have or not…but still…I am following…but I keep running into rocks.

My hands are on the plow…I’m only looking back long enough to observe my surroundings…you know…like when driving a car…maybe I shouldn’t even do that…hmmm do the terms offensive or defensive driving speak to you? Offensive brings to mind impatience and rudeness…and defensive…well, just trying to avoid people…hmmm, no backwards looks…ok…I’ll need help with this one Lord.

But the rocks…although some are small enough to just turn over into the ground…yes, they are not so big as to prevent forward movement…but there have been some rocks that I couldn’t turn over…I couldn’t move…and it’s taking up oh so much of the field…a couple of them are way too big…I see no way of moving those monoliths…so I have just gone around them…maybe kicked them as passing…or stopped in the shade…

But there have been some rocks…that I knew could be moved if I could only get someone to help me…would anyone help me? I asked…but they were busy coming from or going to one of many destinations…or they were weary from moving the rocks from their own field…or oh well…for many various and even valid reasons.

But occasionally I would find a person…who would stop…and hear about this rock…and they would come look at the rock with me…and we would pray for understanding or that the rock would be moved…but I guess we didn’t have enough faith…cause although the rock rocked at times…it settled again.

And I must not forget…that most of the time…I believed that these rocks were the results of my own jaded past…so if the rock would be moved…it would certainly have to be…with my own strength and initiative…cause honestly…whether those rocks were generational or gained in my own time…those rocks weren’t anyone else’s problem…only just mine.

Then I started looking around for rock movers…you know the type…lean, muscular, lots of energy, friendly…and guess what? They would come to look at the rock with me too…but they couldn’t agree on how to move the rock…either they wanted to lead…or they didn’t trust the leader…cause they’d been wounded too many times from rocks dropped on them when they listened to leaders before…so was it a waste of time…trying to get those strong ones to help? Alas, yes, too much energy expended.

So…I think I know the solution…I need to meet someone with access to heavy equipment…you know…the type of crane that can pick up a rock…and lift it into a truck…or just out of the way…take it out of the field. Or maybe I need dynamite…dynomite!! Bang! Boom! Kaboom!!!!!!!! Blast that rock to smithereens!!!!

Now both of these could work I guess…but I don’t know anyone with access to these…and I’m not confident someone might not be hurt in the process…if you know someone in this skill…and you’re sure it won’t be detrimental…let me know…hmmm…and we’ll see.

So what? Just keep going around the rock? Nah…I decided to stop for awhile and keep chipping away with a hammer and chisel…and there are some who will help…chip away at the big massive rock…and this might take a long time…but maybe some big chunks…a vein in the rock might be reached…and then the time element won’t be as long as I think…but in any case, I have hope…that as we pray and chip and move and drag away this debris…some day…I will be able to turn over that ground that is under that rock…and plant some awesome seeds!

A song…of course…

Well, I’ve got a hammer I hammer in the morning
I hammer in the evening all over this land
I hammer out danger I hammer out a warning
I hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters all over this land

I have a song I sing it in the morning I sing it in the evening all over this land
I sing out danger I sing out a warning
I sing out love between my brothers and my sisters all over this land

Well I've got a hammer and I've got a chisel
And I've got a song to sing all over this land
It's a hammer of justice it's a song so free to sing

It's about God’s love for all my brothers and my sisters all over the world