Winter rolls into spring ushering in the hope of new life. Fresh green sprouts explode out of ground and branch, combining water and nutrients energy provided from above during the lengthening days, begin the annual process of replenishing the fruitfulness of the land. Surrounded by new life, an abundance of sunshine, and rivers flowing with fresh stores of water do not foretell the season to come. Nature considers not the slow approach of summer.
Bathed in clear bright days of early summer, leaves and grasses rejoice in the light. They reach up to absorb every bit of light and energize the reproduction of species. Simultaneously, roots extend deep to draw in the cool life-giving water below. Long gone are the sounds of swift creeks swollen by the melting snows. Oblivious to the higher clouds and lower water tables, photosynthesis marches on. The once supple soil becomes a cracked and broken battleground the moisture starved and wind whipped atmosphere battles thirsty roots for the last bits of surface water. Finally, with no means of cooling and transport green begins to make its retreat.
I remember a newness of life. God’s love was so real. Everyday I was seeing new ways that he cared about me. Well aware of the garbage that was inside of me, He saw fit to reach out to me and give me a new life. Soaking in the compassion and grace that He afforded me I sought after more and more. I loved the Spring and it seemed that so many around me were basking in His love as well. Live was pretty awesome.
So what is the point? Have we remembered the point? God made us for a reason and He is perfecting us for a purpose. He planted us in a field to bring forth fruit. Am I content with soaking in the warmth of His love and grace, soaking up rivers of His joy and peace, and consuming the nutrients of His Word and Holiness? If this is the extent of my existence, then I am just a weed producing nothing but ground cover, squandering the resources intended to bring life to a sin and death stained world.
He put another parable before them, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field, but while his men were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away. So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared also. And the servants of the master of the house came and said to him, “Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? How then does it have weeds?” He said to them, “An enemy has done this.” So the servants said to him, “Then do you want us to go and gather them?” But he said, “No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.”” (Matt 13:24-30)
Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus you will recognize them by their fruits. (Matt 7:19-20)
I have spent most of my adult life sucking up moisture and producing very little. Observing the life of the church, I see much of the same condition. God created us for a purpose that is being strangled by weeds that we have sown.