Dear Christa--
Grass and Flowers:
thoughts on Isaiah 40:6-8
“All men are like
grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.”
As winter approaches, the trees shed their leaves. The grass turns
brown, and the flowers have spent their last blossoms. After a beautiful,
lingering fall, winter in Colorado will come like summer. We’ll awake one
morning and it will be here.
Saturday we raked leaves with the boys and let them (ages 3 and 5), jump
in them before Jay sucked them up in the trash can. It is a sign that summer
has ended. Winter comes. And, such is life, brief and fleeting as a leaf
falling from a tree.
One man, one woman, live their days as prescribed by the Lord. Yet, as a
blanket of soft winter snow, the grave eventually covers it all. It may seem
futile, but it isn’t. It’s the comparison that is emphasized in these verses.
The brevity of each life, even in the culmination of all peoples, stands
in stark contrast to the eternal Word of God. So, if the Word is enduring,
should we not seek it out?
To know the Words of the Lord, the One who has always been and always
will be—the One who has brought salvation to all peoples in all times—to hear
His words should be a regular practice for us.
To hear His voice is to know Him better—to experience His love and
compassion for us who are as weak and fleeting as grass and flowers. Let us
give Him praise.
“But the grass withers
and the flowers fall, but the Word of our God stands forever.”
—the parishioner who doesn’t do
anything
No comments:
Post a Comment