Oh to have the stones that will rise up to praise Jesus.* Those would be valuable stones. About 100 of those arrived yesterday. I am endeared to stone, grew up around them, worked with then, climbed on ‘em and now make sculpture with ‘em. At some point, a fluid point, one that gradually moved from unawareness to the only point, sculpture for me is the way I declare God, only Him, that is the purpose. I cannot say I had anything to do with it. It is like a small boy growing up walking around the land with his father and slowly becoming aware that he was walking around His father’s land, his earth, his Kingdom. After a long while the boy realized that the land, his Fathers kingdom, all of it was really praising the father for the father had made it. Such are stones for me, the everlasting presence on this earth that God is good. Yesterday a few His stones arrived here for me and mine to make sculpture with, and what they will ultimately declare is, “the earth is LORD’s and the fullness thereof.”
*Luke 19:40
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