The rock is falling.

A young Anabaptist named Javan Lapp wrote a poem Tame the Rock! You should read it.

He’s probably thinking of this Scripture:
“While you were watching, a rock was cut out, but not by human hands. It struck the statue on its feet of iron and clay and smashed them… But the rock that struck the statue became a huge mountain and filled the whole earth” (Daniel 2:34-35)

And I’m thinking of this Scripture:
“He who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces, but he on whom it falls will be crushed” (Matthew 21:44).

And I want God to break me to pieces.

Going to New Ulm

My mother just called me, tearfully.

She told me that this morning in St. Louis, Missouri, my grandmother passed away.

You can read about her life in my book Pathway: A Family History and view pictures of her at Elva Online.

She will rest in New Ulm, Texas, where Christoph Ashorn settled more than 150 years ago. She was his oldest living descendant. She always talked about getting back to Texas someday.