Proper 10 (A) We Never Know
Proper 10 (A) We Never Know July 14, 2002 By Rev. Ernest F. Campbell What I am holding in my hand, I learned as a young boy to call a “ lucky stone .” It was one of the many special rewards of some serious beachcombing on the shores of Lake Michigan in Winnetka, Illinois. I still think they’re pretty neat. Not long ago Margaret and I found this one on the Oregon coast. I see it as one of Mother Nature’s works of art. The result of many years, decades, centuries (who knows how long) of the eroding effects of the friction of sand and water. I offer it today as a symbol; not of luck, but of perseverance . Action: Put the red ribbon through the hole of the stone—then hang it around my neck. If there is any luck in this “lucky stone” it would be the luck of finding it in time to use it as a sermon illustration. The way I see it, my chances of good fortune were about the same as anyone else walking the beach. Admittedly, I may have a more practiced eye. I’ve never had much faith in luck. ...