Two nights ago, I laid quietly in my bed praying that I would soon fall off to sleep. Like most nights, I went through my list “blew out the candles, walked the dogs, locked my car”…. Oh shoot, I didn’t lock my car! Down the steps I went and into the darkness not only to lock the car but also to close my car window. It was so quiet out that I had to take a moment to enjoy the silence as I tiptoed back inside. As I got back into bed, I heard a strange rumble outside. Within a moment, the quiet house started shaking. My heart pounded out of my chest as I waited for the aftershock to pass.
As the rumble quieted and the earth calmed, I was reminded of this verse “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” (Luke 19:40) Did I just hear the stones cry out? I’ve never been able to imagine what it would sound like to hear the stones cry out.... until now.