It was bound to happen. God knew it. Joshua knew it. Someday, a child would ask the question. 

·                     Someday, when the people were comfortably settled in the Promised Land and the tales of Abraham and Sarah living in tents had given way to high rise lofts and seaside condos;

·                     Someday, when the stories of Moses and the manna had blended into a mosaic of ancient myth and the traveling tabernacle had been replaced by a permanent temple;

·                     Someday, long after the bones of Joseph had found their final resting place;

Children playing along the banks of the River Jordan would stub their toes on a pile of weather-beaten, sun-bleached rocks and ask, "Daddy, why these stones?"

And it's bound to happen here. In fact, I am sure already s…