It’s funny how things work together. The last time we visited, God had created water, and I got the opportunity to talk about all the water we had recently received in the way of rainfall. Now, we discover that God has created dry land, and placed the plants upon it. So this week we are going to talk about plants.
Thanks to the recent rains, plants around here are growing like mad. My wife, Lela, has planted a garden; it’s not a huge plantation, just a four foot by eight foot patch of green beans, some carrots, tomatoes, sweet peppers and cantaloupes. The cantaloupe patch scares me; it’s huge and full of blooms so if the weather holds, we will be deep in the cantaloupe business in a few weeks. We’ve already had our first bean harvest. We filled up a four gallon bucket full of green beans, and they are back to producing their next harvest.
And of course the rain has caused my grass to grow, and magnified an annual argument that I have with my neighbor.
Before I go any further with this I have to explain something, and provide a disclaimer. My neighbor is my grandmother. I love my grandmother very much, and if at any point in this piece you find humor, please note that I am in no way poking fun at her or am I trying to make her look foolish. (I have to put this in here because I have some relatives who do not understand the humor called sarcasm.)
So, with all legalities aside, let me tell you a little about my lawn. Most people around here grow Bermuda grass. It is a hearty grass that does well in our relatively hot dry climate. When treated right it makes even the roughest lawn a smooth velvety surface to walk barefoot on a summer night. Now there are two schools of thought as to how to treat Bermuda grass.
There is the “old school” method. This method consists of mowing the grass down to less than one inch tall (putting green height). Sure it means you don’t have to mow as often, but when you cut it down, you have to replace nutrients with lots of fertilizer, and you can also expect a high water bill.
I subscribe the “new school” method. I cut my grass at a height of three inches. When I water, the ground stays damp longer due to the natural shade the grass provides. In this cool damp environment, the clippings turn to mulch meaning I spend less on fertilizer.
This drives my grandmother crazy. So every year we have a debate over how I don’t mow my grass like I should.
Unfortunately, Christians today are cutting their spiritual lawns short. We get so wrapped up in being “politically correct” that our message gets diluted. Instead of boldly proclaiming Jesus, we whisper afraid that someone might be offended. We even go so far as to allow the enemy to convince us that Jesus was “the great appeaser;” and one who never offended others. Well, check out Matthew 15.
The Pharisees came to Jesus and the disciples and were offended by what they saw. They got upset because the disciples did not wash their hands before dinner, a major Jewish taboo. But Jesus knew that there were bigger lessons to learn. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t run off and make everyone wash their hands, he pointed out in verse 11: It’s not what goes into the mouth that defiles a man, but what comes out of the mouth, this defiles a man. He basically accused the Pharisees of committing greater sin. He didn’t back down and start apologizing. He didn’t beg for forgiveness. He boldly proclaimed the Gospel.
This is the example that Jesus set for us, and every time we cut ourselves back, and apologize for being Christians, we have to make up ground to find boldness again. The internet is full of news stories about how Christians are being unfair and not giving other “religions” their fair due. Well guess what? Those other religions are just bunk. Buddha and Mohammed are still lying in their graves while our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has ascended into heaven in front of several witnesses. At Jesus’ last appearance, He commanded all Christians to boldly proclaim His message to all nations.
I really don’t want this devotional time to become political, but it’s no secret that our nation is coming to a crossroad. The question I want to ask is this: Are we as Christians going to quietly ride the currents of “public” opinions? Or, are we going to find boldness and stand for the beliefs that our savior instructed us to follow?
Pray also for me, that the message may be given to me when I open my mouth to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel. Ephesians 6:19
Brocke Lively is a lifelong Texan from a little town called Olton.
Brocke and his wife, Lela, have 5 kids, 2 dogs, 5 cats, 2 chickens, and what seems like a revolving door of neighbor kids coming over to play. As a father, Brocke recognizes that how he lives his life, and how he worships God not only reflects on his own salvation, but ripples to how his kids worship God.
Brocke attends a small town church where he is known as an on-call substitute Sunday school teacher. He recognizes that his church family is also a large part of who he is, and who he want his kids to grow up to be; God-fearing followers of our Lord Jesus Christ.