Saturday, February 27, 2010

What I saw at Stonehenge

It was cold, raining, and windy. But I was excited.

We were winding through hills, passing pastures with sheep and pigs. It seemed like we were lost, but I began to see the pillars through the fog.


We arrived.

The monoliths predate history.

Some weigh up to 50 tons.

Some 24 feet tall.

Theories point to the work of aliens. Others think the devil put them there.

Assuming that these supernatural theories are just folklore, the only semi-logical explanation is that the druid worshippers shipped the stones from Wales.

Rolling them on logs.

Hundreds of miles.

Up and down hills.

For hundreds of miles.

This would have taken thousands of people.

And years to do it.


So they could worship.

I believe that there is such an innate desire to worship that an entire people group would accomplish the semi-impossible and construct Stonehenge.

Because they wanted to worship.

Because they needed to worship.

Mankind was created to worship. What we choose to worship is up to us. Worship like the druids and praise the sun, moon and stars. Worship like the Hindu, a god for every aspect of life. Worship like the entrepreneur and live for money. Worship like the athlete and live for glory. Worship like the atheist, who worships himself.

But we were created to worship our Creator.

We don’t always worship what we say we worship. We may say we worship the one true God. Our songs may point to him. But what does our time point to? To God or to ourselves? What do our conversations point to? To God or to ourselves? What does our wallet point to? To God or to ourselves?

If you follow the trail of your life, you will find what you worship.

Away with the noise of your songs!
I will not listen to the music of your harps.

But let justice roll on like a river,
Righteousness like a never-failing stream! (Amos 5:23-24)

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