
A few stones of the standing stone circle of Lochbuie on the Isle of Mull in Scotland. Photo by Rick Morley.
Last summer my parish had an evening discussion group (wittily titled “Caffeinated Theology”) which looked at “The Kingdom Experiment,” by The House Studio. The concept was simple enough–each week you look at one of the beatitudes, and then choose an “experiment” through the rest of the week to explore living some aspect of the beatitude in question.
I think the week was “blessed are the poor,” because for my experiment I chose sleeping on the floor–like most of the world’s poor do. I’ve done quite a bit of hiking and camping in my life, so I didn’t think it would effect me too much.
But, it was hard. (Pardon the pun.)
I could never get comfortable. I woke up in the night often. I had a hard time getting back to sleep. My hips hurt. My shoulder blades hurt. The back of my head hurt.
But, maybe the worst part was that I felt the effects throughout the day.
I realize that as I write this, I’m saying it like it was a bad thing. I actually tried to use those painful moments to repeat the week’s mantra, “blessed are the poor.” If nothing else, the events of the week helped keep that verse in my thoughts and mind repeatedly. Constantly.
With every throb and wincing joint I was reminded of God’s blessing. And who God blessed.
So, when I hear that Jacob laid down one night and cuddled up with a rock…it takes me back and makes me wonder…how good did he sleep that night? And, for how much of the following day and week did he ‘feel’ it.
Did it help infuse the following day, and week, and month, and lifetime with the life changing events of the night? Did that rock help with constant reminder?
Could he feel the blessing of God in his joints, and shoulder blades, and skull?
Maybe.
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