Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God, and so are men.
We all flow from one fountain Soul.
All are expressions of one Love.
I suppose we all think the eras in which we grew up were the craziest of times…
but I really think the mid 60’s through the late 70’s most likely will take the
cake in the annals of time…
that or those of the roaring 20’s
Thankfully I was too young to be a hippie…
So the craziness which was known as the time of love-ins, Woodstock, the summer of love,
bra burning, sit-ins, Woman-power, Black Power, and those days of the psychedelic high were,
thankfully, not pieces to my raising.
Yet I remember it all most vividly as I was an impressionable preteen during those
And those early days were truly heady days…
they were wild, weird and full of fads…
Bellbottoms, birth control, peace signs, smiley faces…and…pet rocks.
I can remember wanting a pet rock.
By the time Pet Rocks became popular,
I was driving, babysitting and making my own spending money.
So blowing hard earned money on a rock touted as a pet…well I suppose it wouldn’t be
my last endeavor into wasted folly…
As I write this, I vaguely recall the Tamagotchi craze of my son’s childhood—
at least a digital pet was a bit more interactive, or should we say demanding,
than a rock…but I digress.
Imagine a rock being marketed as a pet.
Let that sink in…
A rock.. a hard inanimate wad of some sort of mineral or other sundry substance…
being marketed as something to be cared for, held and loved…
And imagine it coming with its own vented carrying case and little straw bed.
The only positive, you didn’t have to feed, water, or clean out it’s “cage.”
Genius or madness??
Perhaps we should consider the millionaire…
Pet Rock is a collectible conceived in 1975 by advertising executive Gary Dahl.
Pet Rocks are smooth stones from Mexico’s Rosarito Beach.
They were marketed as live pets, in custom cardboard boxes,
complete with straw and breathing holes.
The fad lasted about six months,
ending after a short increase in sales during the Christmas season of December 1975.
Although by February 1976 they were discounted due to lower sales, Dahl sold 1.5 million
Pet Rocks for $4 each, and became a millionaire.
Anywhooo…since I’ve mentioned several times, in oh so many days, the notion of the
singing rocks of which Mark reminded us of the other day…
I suppose its only natural that the memory of pet rocks pops into mind…
For I am still left marveling at the thought of rocks singing…
singing because God would command such.
The thought which leaves me both marveling and utterly humbled by the thought of God,
the magnificent Creator of all that was, is and will be, never allowing His praise
to be silenced.
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
I read those words and I am made small…
and it is because I am small as compared to all of Creation
that yet I know not a single hair on my head falls without God’s knowledge.
And trust me, with a bad thyroid, hair falls…
Yet not a single hair falls without Him seeing and knowing…for He has counted each hair,
He knows each hair…
I read those words and I am silenced because I am small…
Because I am the created and He is the Creator…
Yet others will read those words and won’t even blink an eye…they won’t flinch and some
will even find such words folly and fantasy…
What is it that makes me stop and actually shutter over such words while others
are left empty or even chuckling??
When you heard the message of truth,
the gospel of your salvation, and when you believed in Him,
you were also sealed with the promised Holy Spirit.
He is the down payment of our inheritance, for the redemption of the possession,
to the praise of His glory.
I always fancied being a hippy Julie, but was still at school in the 60s!
I can honestly say I was not keen on the idea— too much of a child who needed a regime 🙂
I ended up with a regime in 73 when I joined the Merchant Navy. But I did make San Francisco in 1975.
When I was busy buying pet rocks 🙄
My family had a Pet Rock!!!!!!! Dad was highly allergic and so having a genuine pet was out of the question. My aunt gave him a “pet rock” and we all thought it a wonderfully fun and thoughtful gift! 🙂 Love the way you tied this to Scripture’s words that even the rocks would cry out in praise of God…
By the way, I too was not at all inspired by the idea of being a hippie. I watched my big brother. And believe me…sitting for a great many hours in the back seat of our parents car with a brother who did not wash his long hair regularly or wear socks with his stinky, hiking boots, cured me of any romanticized ideas of what it meant to be a hippie. 😉
Love you! Love the way you think! Love this post! ❤ ❤
I don’t know who had a Pet Rock, but the pamphlet that went with the Pet Rock was worth the price. There were sections on care and feeding, and the usual things. My favorite section was how to teach your Pet Rock to do tricks, like rolling over (of course, you placed it on the side of a hill.).
I went from Eagle Scout to Army officer. No hippie tendencies here.
Like I say – a good regimented life! ☺️