When Rocks Cry Out

I frequently visit the Empty Cross in Kerrville, Texas. It’s a good place to go—to meditate on God’s goodness, His mercy (I’ll write about that another time), and to simply be available for divine appointments or divine intervention.

With every sojourn up that hill, standing in front of the Empty Cross, I discover something new that God has to share with me. This simple walk with Jesus was no different.

Scattered throughout the hallowed grounds—dotted with bronze sculptures glorifying our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ—are rocks of varying sizes and shapes. These stones are the unsung heroes of this holy hill.

Each prayer rock cries out in the voice of a visitor—some for protection or healing, others in gratitude, and a million other reasons. Each one is a testament to belief in something higher, something transcendent beyond oneself. An acknowledgment that God is present.

As I walk along, reading as many prayers as I can, I wonder… who are all these people? And what pulled them along in their own walk with Jesus to this hill?

Some rocks are decorated with artwork—a simple scene painted with bright colors and a few words meant to capture the heart.

Many appear as if they were carefully placed there just this morning. Others show the wear and tear of the elements after weeks or months of crying out to God—long after the visitor continued on their life journey.

When rocks cry out, God listens.

How blessed are those who leave behind a prayerful message inscribed on a simple stone.

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