The familiar phrase of casting the first stone echoes in the hollows of my memory. It's really quite a powerful statement. In fact, when the words were spoken, it stopped the show. When I was a child, the words stopped me in my tracks when considering the matter. The words still give me pause, but don't seem to hold me in check for very long. These days, I give it a fleeting thought and then let the stones fly.
Why is this so? Are the words any less profound today then when spoken so long ago? The words from an old Hymn sum it up best..."prone to wonder, Lord I feel it". By my actions, I can see how far I have wondered from the course I walked as a child. The question is...where have I gone?
Why is this so? Are the words any less profound today then when spoken so long ago? The words from an old Hymn sum it up best..."prone to wonder, Lord I feel it". By my actions, I can see how far I have wondered from the course I walked as a child. The question is...where have I gone?
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