Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. She loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?
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The Living Rock
by Carole Brown
Marble, sandstone, slate, granite, limestone, shell, and some more valuable ones are quartz and diamonds. Take your pick and most of us would choose the valuable ones.
I love rocks–always have. I guess they’ve represented strength and beauty to me. I know I must have driven my family batty because while traveling, I would constantly comment about mountains and rocks. I seriously doubt they thought I was an expert on the subject, but my obsession with the subject kept me talking.
I collect samples from different states we visit, line my gardens with beautiful stones and rocks and search for unique shapes and colors. Rocks have an enduring quality about them. Most of them are heavy and strong, giving the impression of unbudging power. Large ones, or several stacked together can be used as a shield from danger. They can be used for decorative purposes such as borders or used as focal points in gardens or yards. Cut rocks can be used as creative flooring, to build fireplaces, cover houses and so much more.
Recently, one of our Papua, New Guinea friends visiting here in the states spoke a few words in a church service. His name is Brother Amos–a wonderful, godly man who serves his people in his home country as a true example of Christianity. While he spoke, he said the phrase, The Living Rock, and the words resonated in my heart and mind.
Of course, I know Jesus is alive and God is real, but for whatever reason, I’ve never pictured him as a living rock, and I’ve sang the song, Rock of Ages, many, many times!
He’s not dead or immune to our troubles when we lose a job. He’s not deaf to our cries when our hearts break over the death of a friend or loved one. When we make stupid mistakes that we wish a million times we’d never done. He’s our living rock that is steadfast and strong, powerful and trustworthy.
Our grandson, Jonathan, recently climbed on top of beach rock and held his hands in the air as if he was a victor over the waves that he delighted in running from. He’s too young yet to realize the fullness of a real God, who unlike our earth’s rocks, cares and feels and loves. It’s up to my husband and myself to teach him those things and allow God’s love to woo him to himself.
Unlike the huge and fascinating Pilot Mountain rock, or the Rocky Mountains, Smoky Mountains or any other mountains in our United States, God is bigger and so much more wonderful and enduring.
Psalm 94: 22 says, My God is the rock of my refuge. Do you claim God as your rock?
Monster Bats with red eyes that attack humans? Denton doesn’t think so and Alex hopes not, but who are they to quibble with the local gossip?
Transmission problems and a blown tire land Denton and Alex Davies right in the middle of a dilapidated, unfriendly town that’s welcoming no strangers, least of all nosy ones with a bent toward solving mysteries.
But with support from the town detective—an admirer of the Davies—and their own tenacious personalities, Denton and Alex aren’t easily scared off. Not when warnings in the form of painted bats show up on the porch of their rented cabin, not when the mayor threatens to run them out of town and not even when Denton finds the cache of bones …
An ancient story, a bit of a map, a lost jewel, and even a bat clan serve to provide the Davies and their sidekick, Taffy, the dog, their hardest case so far.