Our belongings filled the moving van with barely enough space to pull down the rear door. Then I remembered the pudding stone. I’d placed it in the front garden between two shrubs many years ago.
In the years before our children became old enough to have summer jobs, we kept a trailer at a park on St. Joseph’s Island. We spent many happy days on the beaches, fishing and at camp fires.
The island is famous for its pudding stones – a rock that contains pebbles of various sizes, usually red and brown jasper and white quartz. As we roamed the shores, we searched for these treasured stones that resemble a Christmas pudding filled with fruit and nuts.
One day as we waded through the water close to a dock we found a large stone with lots of pudding in it. We dragged it to shore and carried it up to the trailer. When we gave up trailering we brought it to our home and gave it a prominent place in the front bed.
My pudding stone reminds me of Jesus’ words to the Pharisees. A week before His crucifixion, Jesus’ followers laid their garments on the road into Jerusalem and made a great ceremony of praise to Him. The religious Pharisees complained about the noise and asked Jesus to stop the people from making a display of their love for Him.
Jesus said, “If they keep quiet the stones would do it for them, shouting praise.” (Luke 19:40)
One week later, the people’s praise silenced by fear, the rocks shouted in praise.
“And at once the curtain of the sanctuary of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; the earth shook and the rocks were split. The tombs were opened and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep in death were raised (to life); And coming out of the tombs after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.
“When the centurion and those who were with him keeping watch over Jesus observed the earthquake and all that was happening, they were terribly frightened and filled with awe, and said, Truly this was God’s Son!” (Matt. 27:51-54)
On this extraordinary occasion the rocks shouted. My pudding stone, with its brownish-red jasper and white quartz imbedded in hardened ancient sand, now rests in the front garden of my new home where it speaks silent praise to God.