He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”
I’ve seen the stones cry out. I’ve seen sunlight catch granite on frosty sunrise mornings. I’ve heard water pouring over stones on a dusky-red trout stream, giving Mozart a run. I’ve grabbed for a rock, missed, yelled “take,” only to find my face looking at that sandstone real close. Seen big boulders, fields of ‘em, fallen off from their Cumberland ridge homes. A graveyard of stones.
I used to go sleep under a big, undercut boulder. We called the rock “Tea Time.” While others climbed I read about Japhy Rider and drank Earl Grey instead. When it rained on Tea Time, I stayed dry. The rains made that rock cry out.
Up North, old Ojibway 1 pictographs red on rock like dried blood. If these stones could talk would they remember those ancient graffiti artists? Those Banksy-Indians?
The stones do cry out. The whole Creation is crying out to the Glory.
Maybe we’re just a little hard of hearing.
By Nate Sell, EcoTheo.org Senior Columnist
Questions & Actions
- Take a moment and read the whole scripture passage in its context, Luke 19:28-40. Read it slowly and intentionally. What strikes you? What words and phrases stand out? Share your thoughts below.
- Have you ever seen ‘stones cry out’? Has creation ever spoken of the glory of God to you? Share your experience below.
- Or Chippewa, a Native American tribe ↩