The Law was etched into it, carving God’s people out of the world and into holiness. It was held high then smashed to the ground in a frustrated rage – because all fall short. A stone mirror reflecting a broken people.
They placed their offerings upon it. An altar without rest, and messy from endless efforts to cover their own sin. Spilling gallon upon gallon of the wrong kind of blood. A stone table for doing work their hands could never finish.
David’s hands hurled it through the air, displaying God’s ability to bring power through weakness. A stone weapon for crushing the enemy and bringing peace.
“And David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone and slung it and struck the Philistine on his forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the ground.” 1 Samuel 17: 49
It shaped the temple, and held God’s presence. It echoed the chants of the priests and withstood the fires of sacrifice. A cornerstone, mistaken for a stumbling block. A stone temple, where God could meet with His people.
It burst into flame over a young couple in a stable; celebrating the birth of a new hope. A star, destined to fall from the sky as a stone. A stone, once brilliant, cast from the heavens to make an eternal impact.
Sinners dropped it to the ground in a lesson about judgement and condemnation. Stone-throwers learning their place and their pride. A stone dropped, a symbol of unclenched fists and surrender.
It drove in the nails. Nails that went deeper than what could be measured, but not strong enough to hold Him. A stone hammer, pounding out the death sentence, casting a mid-day shadow, and sealing the tomb.
It was right. For we, the hard of heart, deserve to be cast into darkness …
But instead, three days later, the rock shifted, turned, and moved aside, so the light could break into the darkest places. So it could reach the deadest of the dead. It rolled away so that God could enter in and extend His hand. A rock door, pulling itself back, welcoming us.
It was not this stone’s first rolling. This Rock of Ages traveled through history, paving the Rescue Plan. It reformed the land, shook the trees, and created waves – training all of creation to cry out in worship at the sight of Him.
He planted Himself deep within the hearts of sinners and whispered mercy, love, and the hope of Easter. He rooted Himself there, reshaping the space and preparing it to beat an eternal rhythm.
He tore his own flesh and sinew, pulling Himself away to create a space for grace.
I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. Ezekiel 36:26
The Solid Rock remains motionless on this side of the grave. No force can move it from its place of rest. It is finished.
But the rolling triggered an avalanche of grace. Grace upon grace tumbled from the cave’s mouth and ravaged the face of Golgotha… changing the landscape forever.
“And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone.” Matthew 28:2
Even today, the aftershock of Easter’s Rolling Rock loosens the soil and brings a holy priesthood – His living stones – into glory.
Is your trust in the work of the Rock of Ages? If so, this glory is for you. Glory. Where the tears of Good Friday are forever wiped away and the joy of Easter never ends.
“…you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ!” Peter 2:5