Even The Stones Will Cry Out

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“When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: ‘Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!’ ‘Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!’ Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, ‘Teacher, rebuke your disciples!’ ‘I tell you,’ he replied, ‘if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”  Luke 19:38-40

I absolute despise having to deal with trouble.  I hate having to tell someone that I disagree with them, so most of the time I don’t.  Most of the time I feel like what I have to say doesn’t really matter, so I don’t speak up.  Because let’s face it, most of the time it’s not really my business and I’ve been sticking my nose where it shouldn’t have been anyway.  A lot of times I’ve spoken up where I shouldn’t have and said something ridiculous that’s hurt someone.  But more often than not I keep my mouth shut because like we talked about a couple of posts ago, I’m a chicken.  I’m not an eagle.

The disciples in this passage were declaring the good news.  They were doing what they thought was best for the people they were serving, and here were all these people telling Jesus to tell His disciples to shut it.  The work of the Lord is powerful stuff.  There is opposition from every possible angle because of the power it brings.  It is so powerful that if we keep silent about it, rocks, these completely innate objects, will cry out and do our work for us.

To be completely honest with you, there are times when I’m okay with someone else doing the work for me.  There are times I’m just really tired, and there are times I’m just really lazy.  Praising Jesus and teaching people about the grace that he brings should not be left to the rocks.  We are the prize of God’s creation.  We are created in His own image, so there is no way that we should let this job slip past us.

Like I said earlier, most of the time I don’t feel like what I have to say even matters, and if I were to say something, who’s to say that it would even be heard.  As my friend Dena said to me the other night, that if God can speak through an ass, I think he can use us.  Because as insignificant as we feel, God cares, and He can use us whether we’re sitting at work worshiping him by the way we conduct our business or whether we’re actually sitting with someone counseling them and showing them the love of Jesus.  He cares, and He hears.

My prayer is that I speak up at the right times, because I don’t want God to have to resort to ugly rocks…or beautiful rocks for that matter.  I hope that I am living a life of worship so that I know when to speak up and when to shut my mouth.

Father, help me to worship you in every aspect of my life.  Help me to listen to You so that You can be heard through my life and my words.  Father, don’t let me forget that You have other options to pursue if I get to taking this job lightly.  Help me never to forget that the stones will do my job if I won’t.  Thank you for loving me, and, Father, thank you for hearing me.

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