I'm shackled to a stone, a black stone. My stone is not too heavy for me to drag, carry, or throw over my shoulder. So, I walk my path of life. Parallel to my path are the paths of others, carrying stones of varying colors; white, red, brown, yellow, and like mine, black. We all appear to be headed in the same direction, the right direction. Every now and then, we have to stop and rest, putting our stones beneath to sit upon. There is even great conversation and laughter among us. Yet, there are few that are contentious with stone bias.
We journey for many days with some relationships becoming stronger while others become even more quarrelsome. Eventually, we reach a common end to our paths. We stand at the edge of a short cliff, overlooking a vast and beautiful ocean. A little ways out, our Savior Jesus Christ, Son of the Most High God Jehovah, stands as a Figure of Light upon a boat. He calls out to us to join Him. Hastily, the contentious ones rush to the edge and jump, in effort to be the first. With stones attached, they sink to the bottom and drown. The rest of us reach into our pockets to find keys we had along. We release ourselves from our shackles, dive in and swim out to our Savior, whose being matches none of the stones we once bore.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams