
The Lord appeared to Abram and said, ‘To your offspring I will give this land.’ So he built an altar there to the Lord, who had appeared to him. Genesis 12:7
Strange land.
Unfamiliar terrain.
Canaanites all around.
Yet here, God appears.
And what does Abraham do?
He builds an altar.
Not a fortress for protection.
Not a house for comfort.
An altar.
From Shechem to Bethel,
His journey marked not by monuments to self,
But by stone reminders of divine encounters.
These weren’t grand temples or cathedrals.
Simple stones stacked in reverence,
Visible markers saying:
“God met me here.”
What if we built altars
Along our own journeys?
Not physical stones perhaps,
But moments of sacred pause.
Places where we stop,
Remember,
Worship,
And acknowledge:
“God met me here.”
Today
ordinary as it seems
Could be holy ground for an altar moment.
What stones of remembrance will you stack today?




