Tag Archives: Branches

CYCLE

5 Apr

And he said, My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest. Exodus 33:14

The rose bushes are pruned and bare, dormant.

The valleys are brown, dry.

The air is crisp, clean, clear.

Crystals of cold hang in the air, waiting.

From the first appearance,

It seems as though death has come to overcome.

Look closer still.

The cold releases dew, seeping deep underground.

The brief glimpses of sunlight beacon tender buds,

Soon the cycle of life resumes.

Like seasoned Christians;

Pruned, trimmed, resting.

The Love of God surges forth,

When weariness gives way to rest in the Son.

 

 

Written 2-6-2002

DEAD BRANCHES

19 Nov

 

But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:6 (KJV)

 

Many years ago we experienced a winter far colder than any other I had experienced. Lakes frozen over, streets frozen over, chunks of ice were inches thick on the electrical and telephone wires all over town. People couldn’t drive their cars up the steep streets of Prescott, AZ. Police officers were turning lines of cars around in an attempt to reduce further accidents. It was COLD!

 On a warm afternoon, several months later, I was enjoying a quiet moment on my front porch. There was a light breeze blowing and suddenly a large branch fell out of our tree in the front yard. The tree was beautiful green and full with leaves. There wasn’t any sign of dead branches, until this one fell.

 I wandered over and looked up into the tree. It looked green and healthy. I looked from a different angle; green and . . . oh, wait, what was the brown in the middle? I brought over a ladder and looked closer – dead branches. There were a number of dead branches broken loose from the tree, being held in place by the new growth, waiting for a wind to set them loose. I suspect that these branches were broken loose by the heavy ice that had rested there in the months before. I pulled a few of the branches out and left those that were out of easy reach.

 It made me think about new Christians and how they have broken and wounded spirits that are hiding in their newly born lives. Lives full of enthusiasm and desire to grow with Jesus, covering over the brokenness and wounds that first drew them to Jesus. They look fresh and beautiful on the outside, hiding the pain inside.

 So many times we rejoice with their salvation and ignore the task set before us to help them grow. We often think they’ll find their own way to their faith and the truth. We might “toss” a scripture their way if they ask a specific question or two, but don’t get too involved in explaining what it means. After a while they become discouraged and disappear.

These “Babies” need someone to come along and embrace them, pray with them, teach them to let go and allow the pain and wounds to drop away through the healing of Jesus. Like us, they are called to be fountains of living water. They are to grow and be pruned by the Master, just like we were. They will be shaken clean by the winds of trial. Their roots will grow strong with dedicated study, prayer and intercession. But, only if we will teach them how.

 What sort of witness are we if we spend our time preening ourselves and not guiding them along the way? Do we allow them to be tossed by the winds of doctrine, or do we show them how to receive the wind of the Spirit and the healing Word of God? Do we allow them to wander and be confused by tempting spirits, or do we teach them to discern and recognize the truth? Do we brush away the dead branches we can easily see and leave the deepest, furthest away to remain? Or do we dedicate our works to intercession and instruction, so that they can recognize the things in their lives that they have the authority to cleanse away themselves. Do we care?

 God, help me to never forget how confused and lost I was when I first came to You. Help me to remember the outstretched hands and dedicated prayers that lead me to a strong knowledge of You. Help me remember how strong the pull was to give up and walk away when things just didn’t make sense, and the joy of breaking through with a well guided word and a moment of encouragement. Help me to be the example to help others find true relationship with You.

By Linda J. Humes

Written 10-1-2012

FALLEN FRUIT

7 Oct

 

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23

Stepping up to an office,

Stationed by God,

I stand in the valley of change.

Casting down yesterday’s garments,

Putting on the mantle of righteousness,

Sending out the proclamation,

The ways of the past are cut off,

Tomorrow we walk anew.

Many are the voices of comfort,

That come against me.

My shield drops in disappointment.

The arrows of discontent,

And false accusation wound me,

Causing my fruit to be pierced,

And fall down around my feet.

Then, I recognize the voice,

Not the voice of the brethren,

Only the vessel,

Confused for a season.

It is the voice of the enemy.

I cast off hurt as I raise my shield.

Many fruit have fallen,

My branches are broken and splintered,

But next to the wounds are buds of hope,

Watered by the words of the spirit,

Preparing the branches for an abundance,

Of new fruit.

Written 2-7-2001

DAMAGED

27 Apr

Dead Tree Tops

By Linda J. Humes

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” 2 Corinthians 5:17

I live in an area well known for forest fires. Several years ago a fire came through this area that was the largest Arizona forest fire in history – this year a new fire outgrew the previous by over 25%. People in this area are very aware of fire and its dangers – in fact, some live in fear all during fire season.

On a road I travel frequently is a tall pine tree. It would be quite majestic, except for a slight flaw. From one side the tree is green and lush and beautiful. From beneath the tree looking straight up, you would never notice that it was anything less than the trees nearby. But, as you come over a rise, driving toward it, you notice that there is a strip of black up the north side of the tree, and the top eight feet of the tree is charred and burned to the trunk.

Aren’t we a lot like that? That tree looks strong and majestic, from the right angle – just don’t look behind – just don’t look too high! How many times do we wonder if people would like us, would want to be around us, if they knew about the life behind us – the mess we just walked out of? Who would want to be near us if they heard the confusion and torment that races through our mind? Can we hide the burns of the past running up our back? Can we cover the charred memories of our mind? Do we cover our body in fashionable clothing and sweet fragrances to turn the eye from our flaws?

I have a savior, His name is Jesus. My Savior puts a healing salve on the burning pains of the past. My Savior brings down His Glory and restores tortured minds and souls. My Savior can make anyone whole who asks – no past sin is unforgiveable.

When I see that tree I think, “I was once like you.” I’m so glad that I have been restored by the restoring power of Jesus.