When Stones Fall

A Reflection on Matthew 24 and the end of certainty

The disciples were staring at the stones.

Massive stones. Temple stones. The kind of stones people build their certainty on.

For centuries this temple had stood as the center of Israel’s world…the place where heaven touched earth. It felt immovable. Permanent. Sacred.

And then Jesus says something that must have stopped them cold:

“Not one stone here will be left on another.”

Imagine hearing that.

Everything you trusted… everything that felt stable… everything that seemed untouchable.

Gone.

The disciples immediately ask the question we all ask when the ground starts shaking:

When will this happen?

But instead of giving them a timeline, Jesus gives them something far more important.

A way to live when the world begins to tremble.

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Jesus is leaving the temple.

The disciples are still looking back.

You can almost see them pointing.

“Look at these stones.”
Look at the scale of them.
The beauty of them.
The permanence of them.

Herod’s temple was staggering. Blocks of limestone weighing dozens of tons. Walls that seemed immovable. A structure meant to signal something eternal.

God lives here.

At least that’s what people thought.

Jesus looks at the same stones and says something unsettling.

“Not one stone will be left on another.”

It sounds impossible.
Blasphemous even.

But Jesus has a habit of saying things that dismantle what people think can never be dismantled.

The disciples feel the ground shift under their feet.

So they ask the question humans always ask when something stable begins to shake:

When?

How will we know?

What are the signs?

We want certainty.

We want a chart.
A timeline.
A code to crack the future.

But Jesus doesn’t give them a timeline.

He gives them a warning.

“Watch out that no one deceives you.”

Which is fascinating.

Because when the world starts shaking, the first thing people reach for is certainty.

And certainty is exactly what false prophets sell.

I know what this means.

I know the timeline.

I know who the enemy is.

Jesus says:
Be careful.
Deception grows best in anxious times.

Deception grows best in anxious times.

Then he names what the world will look like.

Wars.

Rumors of wars.

Nations rising against nations.

Famines.

Earthquakes.

You read that list and it sounds like the evening news.

But Jesus says something strange.

“These are the beginning of birth pains.”

Birth pains.

Not death pains.

Birth pains.

Which means the chaos of history isn’t necessarily the collapse of God’s plan.

Sometimes it’s the labor of something new being born.

God has always worked this way.

Creation itself began with chaos and darkness.

Then God spoke.

And light broke through.

But Jesus says the real danger isn’t earthquakes.

It’s something much quieter.

“Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold.”

Not weaker.

Cold.

The temperature of the human heart begins to drop.

People betray each other.
Communities fracture.
Faith becomes tribal.

And love…real love…becomes rare.

This might be the most haunting line in the entire chapter.

Because the final battle of history may not be between good and evil armies.

It may be a battle over the human heart.

Will it stay warm?

Then Jesus says something remarkable.

“This gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world.”

Which means while empires rage…

While wars unfold…

While temples fall…

The kingdom keeps moving.

Quietly.

Patiently.

Across languages.
Across borders.
Across cultures.

The kingdom of God has never depended on a building.

Or a political movement.

Or a religious system.

It moves through people.

People who refuse to let their love grow cold.

The disciples still want signs.

So Jesus gives them images.

Lightning flashing across the sky.

The sun darkened.

The heavens shaking.

This is prophetic language.

Cosmic language.

It’s the Bible’s way of saying:

When God moves, the whole universe notices.

No secret return.

No hidden appearance.

When the Son of Man comes, creation itself will respond.

You won’t need someone on YouTube explaining it.

You’ll know.

Then Jesus shifts.

He moves from cosmic imagery to something almost mundane.

A fig tree.

“When the leaves appear, you know summer is near.”

You can’t control the seasons.

You can only recognize them.

And then comes one of the most humbling sentences Jesus ever speaks.

“No one knows the day or hour.”

Not the angels.

Not even the Son.

Only the Father.

Which should make every confident prophecy teacher pause for a moment.

If Jesus himself says the timeline is hidden…

Maybe… the point was never about predicting it.

Maybe the point was about how we live while we wait.

Jesus says it will be like the days of Noah.

People eating.

Drinking.

Getting married.

Life just moving along.

And suddenly the world changes.

God’s interruptions rarely come with a countdown clock.

They come in the middle of ordinary life.

Grinding grain.

Working fields.

Sharing meals.

Which is why Jesus says:

“Keep watch.”

But not the kind of watching where you stare at the sky.

The kind of watching where you live awake.

Then he tells a story.

A servant placed in charge of a household.

His job?

Feed the others.

Care for the house.

Be faithful while the master is away.

The master doesn’t return and ask,

“Did you predict the date of my arrival?”

He asks,

“Were you faithful?”

History tells us Jesus’ first prediction came true.

Forty years later the Romans destroyed the temple.

Stone by stone.

Just like he said.

Which means the disciples eventually realized something profound.

God was never contained in those stones.

And maybe that’s the deeper point of Matthew 24.

Everything humans build and call permanent eventually falls.

Empires.

Institutions.

Even temples.

But the kingdom of God keeps moving.

Quietly.

Relentlessly.

Through people whose love refuses to grow cold.

So maybe the question Matthew 24 leaves us with isn’t:

When will the end come?

Maybe the question is:

When the stones fall…

Will your love still be warm?

Will you still be feeding the household?

Will you still be awake?

Because one day the sky will split open.

And the Son of Man will come like lightning.

Until then…

The faithful servant just keeps loving.

Keeps serving.

Keeps watching.

And keeps the fire of the kingdom burning in a cold world.

A Question for Reflection

Jesus warned that in turbulent times “the love of most will grow cold.”

Where do you see that happening today?

And more importantly:

What practices help keep your love warm in a world that is growing colder?

A Lament for a Nation Unmoored

There is blood on the ground again.
A young woman in North Carolina,
who fled one war only to be swallowed by another …
stabbed on a train,
her story cut short before she even had a chance to write it.

A congresswoman in Minnesota and her husband,
executed in the quiet of their own home …
a sanctuary turned into a grave.

Children in a school,
their laughter silenced by gunfire.

And a man … Charlie Kirk …
shot while speaking words to a crowd.
And before the echo of the bullet fades,
before we know who or why,
the blame game begins.
Because we already know, don’t we?
We already have our villains picked out.

This is what it means to be unmoored.
To drift.
To lose sight of the shore.
To shout across the waters
instead of rowing toward one another.

We rage.
We divide.
We accuse.
We forget that we belong to each other.

Sit quietly. Breathe. Let the weight of what we know settle in our bones.
We live in a time of sharp edges …
a time when words are weapons before they are bridges.

The story of America was always a grand experiment …
a fragile dream
that people with different names and faces and prayers
could actually live together.

But somewhere along the way
we confused difference with danger.
And now we are drowning in the waters of our own hate.

And into this chaos,
a voice still whispers:

“Do not be overcome by evil,
but overcome evil with good.”
~Romans 12:21

Let that be our lantern in the dark.
Not to deny evil … to name it, to resist it … but to refuse to become what we despise.
To resist the shrug of indifference, the snap of judgment, the hardening of the heart.

Not platitude.
Not sentiment.
Resistance.
Rebellion.
A counter-narrative in a world where anger is currency
and hate is power.

So what do we do with this ache,
this grief,
this fracture?

We weep.
We lament.
We refuse to numb ourselves.

We name the evil.
We sit in the tension.
We cry out to the One who hears the blood of Abel still
crying from the ground.

And we remember …
we do not have to agree to love.
We do not have to understand to honor.
We do not have to win to serve.

So …. we lament

We lament These are not isolated tragedies; they stitch together a pattern. A rising heat of fear. A widening chasm in what we believe, who we are allowed to be, and who we think deserves justice or pity.

We lament that we do not yet know the full stories … the motives, the shadows, the human hearts in them … yet we so quickly assign them to “other,” to “them.”
We lose integrity in our haste.

We lament that civility is ever more fragile; trust ever more scarce.
That the presence of another … different in speech, in belief, in background … feels like threat. That compassion is increasingly viewed as weakness.

May we live as people who follow the Romans’ call … resisting evil, but not becoming evil; loving even when angry; speaking truth even when tempted by blame.

May our nation, which is unmoored, find its anchor again: justice, mercy, peace.
May our neighbors be recognized … not as enemies to defeat, but as souls to see.

O God … anchor us.
O Christ … heal us.
O Spirit … breathe civility, compassion, and courage
back into our weary lungs.

Until we learn again
that the only way forward
is to be overcome not by rage,
but by good.

Amen.

Justice. Mercy. Humility

A meditation on Micah 6:8 in the age of air-raid sirens and culture wars

there’s a dull thud in the distance
but the tremor reaches our screens in real time

Khan Younis… 70 people fall while waiting for flour
Gaza’s toll climbs past 55,000 names no algorithm can pronounce

meanwhile war planners debate bunker-busters for Tehran
and reporters chart which U.S. bases are close enough to launch the next wave

the pundits label it deterrence
the prophets just call it blood

the rupture at home

pews once arranged shoulder-to-shoulder
now divided into voting blocs
some churches preach the ballot before they preach the Beatitudes
others go silent, hoping neutrality will save them

yet the fracture widens:
63% of adults still call themselves Christian,
but many wonder what the word even means anymore

Micah 6:8 (our compass)

He has shown you, O human, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.

justice… because every image-bearer in Gaza, Tel Aviv, Tehran, and Tulsa carries equal weight in the heart of God
mercy… because vengeance only multiplies sorrow
humility... because power without repentance turns pulpits into echo chambers

three invitations

  1. Lament aloud
    Turn the scroll of headlines into prayer.
    Name the dead. Weep for enemies. Refuse to sanitize the statistics.
  2. Practice inconvenient empathy
    Sit with someone whose vote, accent, or liturgy unsettles you.
    Listen until you hear fear hiding behind their certainty.
  3. Re-center on the crucified Christ
    A kingdom without bombs, ballots, or budget line-items.
    Where swords are melted, not modernized.
    Where the metric is love, not leverage.

a closing breath

justice is not a partisan hobby
mercy is not weakness
humility is not silence

it’s the narrow way…
the way that heals divided churches,
defies reckless administrations,
and dignifies every war-torn street with the whispered truth:

“Beloved, you were never expendable.”

Standing With My Asian Brothers & Sisters

People took part in vigils in Washington, D.C.’s Chinatown , Garden Grove, Calif., and Philadelphia on Wednesday night following the shootings in Atlanta, while mourners grieved outside Young’s Asian Massage, one of the three spas targeted by a gunman. Photos: Alex Wong/Getty Images; Apu Gomes/AFP/Getty Images; Shannon Stapleton/Reuters; Rachel Wisniewski/Reuters


Standing with my Asian Brothers and Sisters…

“Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.” ~1 John 3:15

Today I have, like you, read many tweets, thoughts, observations and news articles about the murder of eight people in the Atlanta Asian community. I would like to cut through all the spin out there surrounding this and first say that my heart is broken, and we in the Alliance NW mourn and grieve with our Asian friends, family, and churches that have already endured an intense year of racial hatred in America.

We stand with you…
We grieve with you…
We see you…
We speak out with you against the rise of Asian-racism…

In my mind, I hear the words of my Asian friends who have told me that the message they were taught growing up was to “keep their head down, work harder than anyone else and try to keep beneath the radar ” if they wanted to get ahead.In other words, “Here is how to survive in a “White” world.

We have had a year of escalation of hate toward Asians fueled by a national conversation surrounding COVID19 by calling it the “Kung-Flu” or the “China Virus” or other names that center the pandemic on a “people-group” making them the enemy. The result? Destroyed Asian restaurants, businesses and attacks on Asian people.

Words matter…
Sarcasm kills…

The spin has already begun…I have heard that, “The murderer had a sexual addiction, and the massage centers that the people worked in were a temptation… so, it’s not racial it’s sexual.”

It’s not that simple…it’s all connected…

As the murderer was a professed Evangelical Christian, blaming this on his sexual struggle misses the point. I see this as an unholy trinity of flawed sexual theology, unrepented of white supremacy systems, and an absolute devaluing of the sanctity of life…We have lost the concept of dignity towards others and we spin it in so many devaluing ways.

Is racism embedded? Yes
Is sexism embedded? Yes
Do we need to address our faulty sexual discipleship? Yes
Do we need to address the ethnic biases that exist in our lives, communities and churches? Yes

BUT…those realities and our focus on those things also dehumanizes this tragic loss of life. We forget that eight families have lost people they love and they lost them in a horrible, devastating and violent way that will leave scars on their souls forever.

Today would you pause with me and remember their lives.
Today would you pause with me and pray for our Asian friends and communities.
Today would you stand up and say “No More”

Grace and Peace,Monty