So, here we are, at another blog site. I wrote a bit about the change on my about page but I wanted to talk about the title of my blog. Obviously, there is the tie-in with my obsession with gardening, but it’s more than that. For 42 years, 3 mos, and 8 days, I attended church regularly yet was not saved. During those years I read, mostly heard actually, many verses that scared the crud out of me. Verses that made me think (correctly, in hindsight) that I might not be saved. Matthew 13 was one of those passages.
That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake. Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore. Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. Whoever has ears, let them hear.” Matthew 13:1-9
I just couldn’t see anything in my life, ever, that would lead me to believe that the “seed” had fallen on good soil. It wasn’t until I was saved that the fear went away and I could finally have some sense of peace.
There is some truth in the bumper sticker “No Jesus, No Peace. Know Jesus, Know Peace.” And there’s even more truth in Christ’s words about the peace He gives us, peace that is nothing like the world’s peace. It’s not a happy all the time thing, that’s what the world promises, but never delivers. It is more a quiet, I know where I’m going, I will serve until I get there regardless that it looks like the world is falling apart around me, kind of peace. (BTW, the world really is falling apart around you, it’s not your imagination.)
So, when I was trying to think up a title with meaning, this passage came to mind. It seemed to fit with part of the purpose of this blog which is to chronicle my questions, my thoughts, basically, my faith journey. It’s pretty imperfect, coz I’m pretty imperfect. I still mess up.
The bugs still nibble at my leaves and so some of the leaves look kinda wonky. ( I had a pic for that but it turned out too blurry.)
Sometimes I don’t know when to stop and I end up needing to be trimmed back. Or in this case clipped.
Sometimes I surprise even myself and grow when I didn’t even expect to.
As I said on my old blog, if you’re looking for perfect, don’t bother stopping here. I won’t even pretend. BTDT, didn’t get anywhere so I’m done. Fortunately, I don’t have to be perfect. Christ was perfect for me. And He was perfect for you. He really is that awesome. 🙂