At least there is hope for a tree:
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
and its new shoots will not fail.
Its roots may grow old in the ground
and its stump die in the soil,
yet at the scent of water it will bud
and put forth shoots like a plant.
(Job 14 vs. 7 – 9 NIV)
I felt battered, bruised and angry.
Over the course of a few days, there had been the need to face an unpleasant situation. I had felt that I was unable to defend myself, without making things worse. So, I had no choice but to “put up and shut up.”
I felt battered, bruised, angry and frustrated and tired and… and… and…
It was somewhat of a relief that I had a Sunday clear. Unusually for me, I did not feel like going to Church. I really could not face standing up and smiling and saying how wonderful it is to be a follower of Jesus.
Today it was not wonderful, it was painful.
There I was, on a bright Sunday morning, tramping through the forest. Watching the just turning leaves. Seeing the squirrels running across the path in their hurried preparation for coming season. Listening to the birdsong and saying “good morning” to dog walkers, joggers and horse riders without having to really engage with them. Breathing in the good, clear fresh air.
It was as I rounded a bend that I spotted it.
Blackened and burnt.
I wondered how it had got in this state. Had it been struck by lightning? Maybe it was the victim of some careless, discarded cigarette or match. As the forest was looked after, I wondered why the foresters had not removed it. The blasted tree stood as, either a monument to natures power or human carelessness. I could only look and wonder.
It was as I turned to leave that my eyes were drawn to something. Through the decaying and blackened wood, there was a patch of green. New life was emerging from the deadened tree. It may have only been the odd shoot, but there were definite signs of life. Resurrection was taking place.
At least there is hope for a tree
I may have felt battered and bruised but at that moment, I began to hope that there was also room for resurrection.
If there is hope for a tree, there must be hope for me.
If there is hope for me, then there must be hope for you too.