Monday, July 19, 2010

Blow Up Some of Your Memorial Stones

The people came up out of the Jordan on the tenth day of the first month, and they encamped at Gilgal on the east border of Jericho. And those twelve stones, which they took out of the Jordan, Joshua set up at Gilgal. -Joshua 4:19-20

The Story
This was such a momentous occasion in the life of Israel. In a fashion that resonates with their escape from Egypt, the Israelites were able to cross the Jordan River with the help of God alone who "dried up the waters" so that the entire nation could cross over and into the land He had promised them 40 years earlier. Though much work and fighting still needed to be done, they were finally in their land. The closest contemporary example is the Cubs' finally winning the World Series.

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. 3). Once they had done this, they took those stones and set them up at Gilgal. These twelve stones were a memorial for the people of Israel forever (v. 7). 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. 21-24). 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. 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).

My Own Stone Memorials
My first reaction was awe and excitement because I got a great idea, which doesn't happen too often. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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.

Stones in the Wrong Places
Something strange happened just the day after I came up with this idea. I was slapped in the face by reality, sin, and the fallen world we live in. I realized something I had never really thought of before. I have spent much of my life putting stones in the wrong places. 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 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. 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.

And I know I'm not the only one. 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.

Blow Them Up
I think everyone has a memorial stone or two that's in the wrong place. On the day that I realized this I began praying that God would blow them to pieces. I began praying for their complete destruction, knowing that if they remained they could destroy me. 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. But unlike the twelve stone memorial in Gilgal, mine are not in places of celebration. When I go back to these spots I do not rejoice in what God has done. These places are real, and they are places to pass through. But they are not places I should stop at.

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?

Now that I think about it more, maybe our children just need to go on the whole journey so they can see the ones that were or need to be blown up and the ones they can rest by with us.

By His Grace.


  1. Brother, I love it. I am always blessed by your writing...thank you for sharing!!

  2. Anonymous6:17 AM

    So right- I did need this...

  3. Anonymous6:18 AM

    um- sorry about the "Ms. Lee" i have a blog post for my students... so I'm "Ms. Lee" online. But you can call me that too. ;)

  4. Anonymous9:48 PM

    Yes, I like this idea very much. Like the sacraments, it helps us dare to transform the lends through which we see the world, changing our unbelief in viewing reality and the gospel narrative as two distinct stories into belief whereby these two stories, the one we see happening all around us and the one in Scripture come into closer and closer alignment until we ourselves can dare to live courageously as we are commanded. He who is with sin, let him pick up the first stone.

  5. Hans, thanks for the thoughts. I have found it intriguing that in the Dictionary of Biblical Imagery it says that stones typically convey imagery of lifelessness, which seems to destroy the power of the life we are so often reminded of through them and what they represent. Great connection to the John 8 story. I do hope my realit(ies) collide.

  6. Lisi, I so appreciate your honest self-exposure and I resonate with you on returning again and again to misplaced memorial stones. I suspect the being haunted by negatively defining moments is much more prevalent than all of us let on. Grounding this fairly-universal experience theologically goes a long way in helping us understand the phenomenon and fight against it, so thanks for directing us again to God's reforming Word.