When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I was not aware of it.” He was afraid and said, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.”
Early the next morning Jacob took the stone he had placed under his head and set it up as a pillar and poured oil on top of it. He called that place Bethel, though the city used to be called Luz.
The concept of a cairn was introduced to me when I visited my sister and her family, while they were living on a farm in Scotland. The cairn throne was a wedding gift to the farmer and his wife. A Scottish marker of the hightest point on their property and a memorial to their wedding vows.
I collected the small pile of stones on our recent vacation at special spots along the shore of Lake Michigan. I piled them on my table the other morning as a reminder of God’s goodness to us this summer.
Yesterday, I happened upon a blog post about cairns and culture and community and listening.
I leave you with the photos to enjoy and a link to the article: Cairn-making