I’m not sure what’s so appealing about being alone. Is it the thought that no one is around to know what you’re doing or the idea that no one can judge you or class you? Maybe it’s just the idea that you are alone to think. You’re thoughts are alone; you are one, one singular being.
Imagine that you take your ATV or quad cycle, you put on your helmet and you bring a pen and a note book. You ride off into the woods on a familiar trail. You stop at the top of a hill, you turn off the quad, take off the helmet and you just stop everything for a moment. You clear your mind and just look around. Then, you take out your pen and notebook and you write. What would you write about?
As I sit here on my quad, the first thing I notice is…I am not alone. There is nobody around to talk to, to ask me meaningless questions, no TV, no video games, and no electric noise. Then what is there to make it so I am not alone?
The first things I see are the trees, old, young, thick, thin, tall, short, leafy, bare, lush, starved, dark, and light. I hear the wind blow through their leaves and hear each of them singing a soft song, I hear the birds chirping in their branches telling them secrets and sharing the gossip and I hear the squeak of two limbs fighting for space. I even hear a branch finally give in to the weight of the world and fall down. Amazing how one little breeze can finally make a branch that has been holding on for years through the snow, rain, sleet, hail, ice and strong winds, fall to the ground.
I start to think how similar the trees are to people. Like people trees come in a variety of shapes and sizes, different colors and looks and they grow around other trees, some of them in close groups and others farther apart. They live under branches and some hide below other trees while some reach up high towards the clouds. Some are forced into different shapes and others are left to do as they please with the space they occupy. And, when gravity is pulling down too hard, some of them break under pressure. The only difference I can see is… when a tree falls down, no matter who’s around to hear it, no one can help it back up.So, you’re still alone on your quad. Are you thinking about the times you’ve fallen? The times you had help back up? Remember when you helped yourself up? Were you really alone?
Have you ever seen a Lumberjack who carried around a seed pouch in one hand and an axe in the other? He never cuts down the trees He’s planted in His orchard, even though He has all the power to do so. He just Loves them too much to cut them down.
Do you know what time it is?
There are other trees that need a Hand…
it reminds me of this parable ."He [Jesus] told another story. "God's kingdom is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. That night, while his hired men were asleep, his enemy sowed thistles all through the wheat and slipped away before dawn. When the first green shoots appeared and the grain began to form, the thistles showed up, too.
ReplyDelete27"The farmhands came to the farmer and said, 'Master, that was clean seed you planted, wasn't it? Where did these thistles come from?'
28"He answered, 'Some enemy did this.'
"The farmhands asked, 'Should we weed out the thistles?'
29-30"He said, 'No, if you weed the thistles, you'll pull up the wheat, too. Let them grow together until harvest time. Then I'll instruct the harvesters to pull up the thistles and tie them in bundles for the fire, then gather the wheat and put it in the barn.'"
(Matthew 13:24-30, The Message)
but think of it this way:our souls are the field.