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Somewhere in the eastern part of the Cherokee Reservation in some building is the rock that Jesus came to after his resurrection...they do not allow any nsiders in to see just well known elders. To them that rock is very sacred...

What is it about people and rocks???

The big black cube that all muslims march around contains a simple meteor rock...do you have the foggiest idea of how many rocks just like it exist in our solar system alone...it would take Professor Hawking his whole life to come up with that formula. For now I guestimate somewhere in the quadrillians...thats a thousand trillians....or a hundred million millions.

In Jerusalem the golden temple mount is a rock they claim M. stood upon...

I guess the meaning is...to whom or what do you follow?
An idol, a rock or something else?

Or a creator where everywhere is holy land becasue he created it all.

Even you are sacred because of the Holy Spirit lives within us all..our brothers and sisters are sacred. Especiialy those wee little ones that don't even speak yet a very sacred child.

Wherever you stand is sacred land because of who resides in your heart.

And what do we do with sacred things, others destroy them before they are even born. To them it is a blessing to behold and truly not a thorn, yet in thier death it becomes an everlasting thorn.

In a land that three kinds of poeple call sacred so much blood has spilled...to much...way too much. It is so fitting that the one person whose blood was even sacred died and spilled each precious drop.

To whom His blood washes away all the sins of the world...

To another poeple the whole area is sacred and belongs to them in whole...yet as one wonders..is America part of that too?

I would only say a war was fought just to see
who was slave and who was free?

Many more native tribes whiped away so white man can have thier land instead. How many more pints need to be bled?

Everyday the same old news another sacred person dies...
Everyday the same old blues..but then nobody cares or cries on the news..
Will it ever come to an end?
When He who is most sacred comes it shall end once and for bloody all.

So this question still remains, 'do you feel sacred today? Do you punk?' Or do you feel another rifle may to blow even more away from your tormented mind.

Is it not sacred more to reach out, act to do things in kind?

To this above all else be true, to the core be sacred to you...then do something sacred today. This very special of holidays. Amen!