What a beautiful storm! The cloud formations were awe-inspiring (though such a cliche phrase does not do them justice). The sound of the tree falling and the crash it made into the house sent my family and I into surreal mode. My family--safe! My house (rented)--in need of repair. My kids now call it the "broken house." So...now we stay with mom until the big move.
I had a friend look at the tree a day later. He instantly noticed the reason of the fall--rottenness. To me the tree looked fine, but there was mold growing in the tree. A sure sign of rottenness. So, when the beautiful storm came through the rottenness was exposed. Once my friend pointed it out I easily could see what he was talking about, but before I really never cared.
You probably think I am going to draw an analogy of sin and trials. If we don't deal with the sin in our lives when trials come...crash. No...I'm thinking the storm was good. The tree is now where it needs to be. The only way to deal with rottenness...crashing to our face. Realizing that we are all rotten to the core. Realizing we are all incapable of saving ourselves. Realizing we can do nothing about the state in which we are in. The human condition is rotten! I pray the Wind come and...crash! "Blessed are those who are poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." I never noticed the rottenness. It took a strong wind. I never cared.
"Holy Spirit come and cleanse me from my rottenness. Grace me to be holy, as you are holy!"
Granted, the analogy falls short at a point. Granted, the tree is dead. Granted, it will never be again. Yet, when the Wind knocks me to my face, my rottenness is removed.
Soli Deo Gloria,
Skolex
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Granted, the tree is dead. Death must come for there to be rebirth, resurrection, salvation, LIFE. Not just the death of the Scapegoat, but the radical identification of the observing guilty with the Scapegoat. Radical in that His death becomes their death - otherwise His life cannot become their life. Granted, the tree is dead. "I die daily" (1 Corinthians 15:31).
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