He was so good at throwing rocks that a friend of mine said, “He can hurl the projectile like a curveball.” For even if you were hiding behind the barn, the rock would hit you. The winter months proved to be no obstacle because his parents’ home had a gravel floor in the basement. He could always find a rock if he felt someone needed correction.
Some of us knew what the apostle Paul was talking about:
Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was pelted with stones, three times I was shipwrecked, I spent a night and a day in the open sea,
The rocks were not directed at us for religious reasons, but for slights we threw at him. We probably deserved some of those dings, but the Apostle Paul never did.
Stones, shipwreck and drifting on the open sea were all divine elements in the life of the Apostle.
No Christian is guaranteed an easy trail. Give it some thought and, sometimes, remember to duck.
Gary