"And no one can move this impossible stone..." --a Southern gospel song I heard this afternoon
Jesus rolled a giant stone away, walked out of the tomb, and walked again among the living: the hope of mankind.
I am the impossible stone that Jesus moved.

Yes, as am I.
Stacked stones are so arranged that they together are beautiful, and have no mortor. They henge and touch and fit together, each depending upon the other. They remind me of Jesus saying the we are "living stones."
Posted by: Linda Bedsole | September 12, 2009 at 08:20 PM