Monumental Park

“Thy name, O LORD, endureth for ever; and thy memorial, O LORD, throughout all generations(Psalm 135:13).

gift of lightIn this place called Grace there is a City Park; Eden-like in it’s beauty, and magnificent in its significance. It is called Monumental Park. And in the center of this Park stands a large marble replica of The Tablets, upon which God wrote the Ten Commandments.

The park architect designed the topographical layout in such a way that from one unique vantage on a high mound called Faith Point one can actually look down The Corridor of Time and see, in perfect alignment with The Law, an Old Rugged Cross on a Hill Far Away. And just beyond the Cross, an Empty Tomb. And off in the far distance beyond the Tomb, a Great White Throne. It is a breathtaking view.

Throughout the Park is an variety of other notable sculptures, each marking some epic moment in the unfolding story of Redemption. There is The Lamb of the Garden, whose skin was used to cover the Guilty Pair. There is a replica of Noah’s Ark, celebrating God’s power to save in a time of great judgment. And there is also a Burning Bush; actually burning in the Park, yet not being consumed. You have to see it to believe it.

And there is a brilliant sculpture of The Ark of the Covenant, and though carved in stone it still seems to pulsate with a Holy Presence that silences all who stand near it.

While quiet and reflective, the Park is always filled with people walking about. On this particular day, word has spread quite rapidly that Moses himself is strolling the grounds. Someone said he was seen walking toward the Pavilion of Praise, near the Waters of Life.

Let’s go there and see if we can speak with him.

His eyes were bright and almost piercing as he smiled at us and said, “If any man be in Christ he is a new creation; old things have passed away, and behold, all things are become new.”

I said, “Amen.” The tattooed guy in our tour group said, “Rock on, Dude!” Both remarks made perfect sense to Moses.

“Mr. Moses, May I please ask a question?” a young southern girl inquired, in that genteel manner most common among those from the South.

“You may indeed,” Moses replied.

“Can you help us understand what it means for us to no longer be under the Law, but under Grace? There seems to be real confusion over this.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Moses said.

And we all drew in close to hear what he had to say.

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