Master Builder, Master of Stone.

"The stone which the builders rejected has become the Chief Cornerstone."  Psalm 118

Tradition has told us that Jesus was a carpenter.

But Bible scholars and Historians alike believe He was a Stone Mason. The Greek word "tekton" means "craftsman" such as in stone or wood. But why the leaning towards "stone mason?' Most likely due to the availability of the raw product. This does not mean that Jesus never worked in wood. However, the stone reference has much more meaning. 

We know that our Lord Jesus was/is a Craftsman. He created the Universe, didn't He? You can't compete with that bit of work! 

Ahhh, but His mastery of stone was our Salvation. 

Jesus overcame the grave, death, that stony abyss. He mastered it; conquered it.

He "rolled the stone away."

Photos: (C) Copyright of Katherine Littrell; Stock photo of resurrection stone.

Quiet Spring

There is more quiet in this Spring. Due to the Pandemic, we are all distancing ourselves. But this quietness is not a bad thing. It is just different. Something most of us are not used to. We have grown so accustomed to the busyness and clanging noise of life that the quiet, the silence, frightens us. Take this time to get to know this "quiet" and start to listen. Listen to nature all around you-- birdsong, a gentle breeze through the trees, the chatter of squirrels or the roll of thunder on a Spring night. 

Welcome the "quietness" of your mind and "listen" to your heart, your soul. 

(C) Photo Copyright of Katherine Littrell

Photo copyright (C) of Katherine Littrell

A Lesson From Trees

Magnolia Trees are blooming! Did you know that these trees can live to be over 80 years old? There is one blooming now in a park where I walk. 

 Frankly, the tree itself is not the prettiest I've seen. Its trunk is quite gnarly and misshapen, but I like its character. It tells me it has a story to tell. I recently discovered that trees can look like they are dead or dying but still be "quite alive." Appearances can be deceiving. 

The secret of trees lies beneath 

the surface in their roots; their foundation. Strong roots equals strong tree. Strong foundation equals long life. 

We sure could learn a lot from trees... 

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"Once you have tasted the taste of the sky, you will forever look up."      Leonardo Da Vinci 

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Moon Magic.

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"My soul finds its way home in the company of nature."

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"Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2

A decade ago, I had what I believe was an encounter with an angel. Now, people generally have the notion that angels must intervene in one's life in some fantastical display at perhaps a harrowing or life-threatening event in our lives. That is, if you believe in angels at all. Stay with me here. I believe that angels are present in our lives all the time. They are aware of us, but we are more often than not ignoring them. Now, to get back to my story. As I was saying, a decade ago I was walking my two dogs in the local park- a park that I visited daily for years and years, no matter the weather. I pretty much knew the layout in my sleep and was very familiar with the regulars who visited the park. My two dogs were my fur babies. They were family. One of my very greatest fears was that I would be walking them in the park and a large, stray dog would come up on us and I could only pick up one dog. It worried me all the time. One day, I am walking the dogs in what appeared to be an empty park. I liked it that way. I was always aware of my surroundings for my own safety, so I was pretty much always on "alert." As I rounded a corner in the park, I saw an older gentleman approaching me. He stood out because he was in a nice business suit- one with those below the knee dress coats. I looked down and saw that he was wearing patent leather shoes. He was not very tall, had a round face, and was bald on top with a fringe of gray hair. When he got close to me, he leaned in and very quietly said, "Miss, there is a very large dog running in the park." That was it. Nothing else. And he walked away. I quickly made a beeline for my car, running as fast as I could hoping I would not run into the dog. As I ran up the drive to my car, I noticed a very large husky in the distance. No owner in sight. I got in the car and drove around to where I had seen the older gentleman approach me. No one. No car that he could have driven in. He was just gone. After I got home and my adrenaline had slowed down, I began to wonder about this encounter. Why would a gentleman dressed to the nines be walking in the park alone. There were no other cars in the park that day. I had never encountered this man before or after in the twenty-plus years I have walked there. So, was he an angel? I believe he was. Why me and why a warning about two dogs? Because they were my best friends. I loved them dearly and worried about just such a scenario. The one thing I regret is that I don't remember if I thanked him. I was so focused on what he was saying. So I'm thanking him now. And of course, he would know this, wouldn't he? If you want to explore more about this "Angel" topic, I suggest reading "Proof of Angels" by Ptolemy Tompkins and Tyler Beddoes. Fascinating read.