We’ve had a tired Christmas, not much energy as a family. Our only decoration a sheet printed with a picture of a tree. One church service, to which my children came. I was grateful. Forget turkey: yum cha for lunch. Very low key, but some warmth, happiness and respect. I’m just so tired. Afternoon sleeps and pointless TV.
Today a simple but poignant message to Egypt, not burning with rage at its wickedness and corruption, but steeped in regret at beauty to be lost, achievement wasted. In comparing a culture to a tree, God takes delight in human magnificence, diversity and splendour. He loves his creation’s creativity.
But we are locked into time, it symbolises God’s judgement on the rebellion in our hearts. Our shining moment must pass, and we can’t cling to it or protract it. Hopefully we use that realisation to contemplate eternity, and throw ourselves onto God for mercy and love.
My lack of energy prepares me to receive this message. I increasingly won’t have the wherewithall to push back chaos and carve out my own imprint on the world. I’m just one tree in the forest which will continue on after I’m gone. Lose the pride, enjoy the sun and rain while it’s there.
…but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers.