Upon this Rock
Posted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010
by Richard Radtke
http://www.cottagebythelane.com
There is a passage in the Bible in which Jesus states, "Upon this rock, I will build my Church", I have read that passage many times and every time I do, it brings up a memory from my youth. A memory that really has nothing in common at all with the meaning of the passage. My mother still talks about it, and though it happened many years ago, before I was even born in truth, but I suppose it resides in my memory and is a part of me, simply because of the number of times I have heard the story.
I pulled up to the curb, and parked the car, slowly I climbed the weed covered stairs that led to the place where the old home once stood. As I climbed the two long flights of stairs I could imagine the labor required to carry the mini boulder up their steep incline to the top. I reached the top of the stairway and there spread before me was the old yard and the weed covered foundation that was the house, and in front of it stood the guardian rock, or to be accurate, pieces of it, time and nature having found its weak points and slowly, patiently, year after year, breaking it into parts. I stood there looking for its hidden secret, the ideal that my father had when he brought it home to place into his yard, as I looked and thought, that passage from the Bible once more crept unbidden into my mind, a connection was made, and an idea came fourth, perhaps Dad's rock and the passage do have something in common, an intertwined meaning, just perhaps the hidden message was, Upon this rock I will build my family, and it will stand as a symbol of this, and now through the perfidy of time that single rock has split into pieces, like the children of my father and mother, each child building a family of their own, each one becoming the rock upon which their children find strength.
Who knows what my father was thinking that day, and as I said before, it really doesn't matter, what matters is the meaning the child understands, and as the child I am comfortable in the meaning I have come to believe in, right or wrong, real or imagined, it's mine and I believe.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)That is a wonderful way of thinking about the rock your father so arduously placed in your yard. I will look at rocks with a different perspective now. A beautiful story Richard, thank you for writing and sharing. I warped it.
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