I came upon a pile of stones
Laid down 2,000 years ago
When Jesus asked religious leaders a question,
Who among you will be the first to cast them?
This pile of stones has laid still for centuries,
What could this mean about humanity?
That our calling has never been to judge
But to accept and love, so they went untouched.
Who’d be the first with all that we know?
Our limits, our brokenness, our battle with ego.
When our perspective is bound to one time and place,
Our only option with others is grace.
Who on earth would pick up a stone
When we know what we know about what we can’t know?
Who on earth would be the first to judge
When we’re told to make peace and commanded to love?
What a grace! It’s not up to me
To judge your politics, ignorance, or sexuality.
What a grace! I don’t have to be heard or be right,
Or tell you where I think you’ll go when you die.
We all get paid the same and walk on equal ground,
He told us He favors the lost to the found.
What a weight that’s been lifted, to hate or to judge,
What a freedom it is, for grace and for love.
I walk past the pile and see what it was
The most compassionate gift ever given to us.
Now that you’ve heard, there’s nothing to throw,
Anyone without sin can cast the first stone.
That pile of stones
Laid down years ago
Speaks through centuries,
My loves, you are free.