Rocks. Ever notice ‘em? I confess, I’ve never quite understood how interesting they really can be. Steve, my high school buddy, was a true rock hound and a budding geologist. He had a big collection of all kinds of crystals, igneous rocks, and those weird rocks that look like an egg on the outside and have beautiful growing things inside. I think they are called geodes. Now Steve drills for oil in the Gulf of Mexico. His passion paid off!

But since I’ve been thinking so much about God’s designs lately, I’ve taken another look at rocks. One thing you see right away is how ubiquitous they are—really, they are all over the universe. And think about it: what did they bring back from the moon? Rocks.

The Bible is full of references to rocks. The wise man built his house on one. God uses rocks to demonstrate solidity. We use them too—from the stones in the Temple, to the concrete on our highways. I was looking at a creek bed today and recognized the smooth cells on the bottom. They weren’t blood cells, but the worn, rounded rocks packing the bottom of the stream could just as well been crowded cells in a capillary. Who made all those rocks, and why do they look strangely familiar? Why do they look like blood cells in a stream or crosses in the sky?

When is the last time you really looked at a rock? From the smallest diamond chip to the rock of Gibraltar, to the moon and the farthest Galaxy, the rocks’ existence speaks of a Creator who has designed and built a universe so far beyond our understanding that indeed they do cry out a thunderous chorus of praise.