Homes, Wives, Axes & Stones

I was planning to post the lyrics Rich Mullins wrote about Jesus that I’m quoting below and then write something pithy about how, since I DO have a home, and a wife, that the world CAN own me, and so therefore I have to learn to play The Game for the sake of my family.

And while that’s true, what I ended up realizing is that the part of this song that’s convicting me right now is NOT the part about homes and wives, but the part about stones and axes.

My problem is I DO have axes to grind & stones to throw. That’s where I’m screwing up.

Oh, You did not have a home
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
‘Cause you knew that the whole world belongs to the meek
But You did not have a home
No, You did not have a home

And You did not take a wife
There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them, so
You did not take a wife
No, You did not take a wife

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man

No, You did not have a home

Well you had no stones to throw
You came without an ax to grind
You did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw
You had no stones to throw

And You rode an ass’ foal
They spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won’t find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass’ foal
So I guess You had to get sold

‘Cause the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You
‘Cause You did not have a home

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man

And the world can’t stand what it can’t own
And it can’t own You
‘Cause You did not have a home

– Rich Mullins, You Did Not Have a Home

Foolish Monkey, put down your axe and empty your pocket of those stones. Use your voice to heal, not to hack. Without love you’re just a clanging cymbal.

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Bruce is a retired pastor and former Director of Evangelism in the Reformed Church in America now living in Phoenix, Arizona. He is the RCA's representative to Evangelism Connections and serves as Managing Editor of this Web site.

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