Meditations from Zion

In no way do I believe I can put forth a comprehensive discourse on the White Stone, particularly after reading some of the online commentaries about it. Besides Kary Oberbrunner has written a wonderful book about it, Your Secret Name, not to mention George MacDonald. And yet, my hand reaches for it. . .

Revelation 2:17b
. . . To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it

Perhaps I am intrigued from from years and years of picking up stones, rocks and shells when hiking or walking the beach. What is it about a smooth stone that captures my imagination? Surely, it’s some whisper of history: the inevitable forces of nature, the weathering of the ocean and sand or the pressure of dirt and wind. The smooth stone is a survivor.

I imagine my white stone as smooth to the touch, calming, and comfortable in the hand, not too big and not to small. I imagine a gentle warmth emanating from it and the word(s), the new name or secret name, unique to me, a mystery revealed. The white stone is a promise that I am undeniably unique and when I receive the stone, I will experience affirmation in my soul; I will hear God say, “I know you, I see you, I love you.”