Two weeks ago, the 40-foot tall Cottonwood tree in our backyard blew over during a storm, barely missing the house. We were saddened, but not surprised. The tree had been leaning for a while. My husband even anchored it with a cable to try to save it, but its shallow root system left it unstable and vulnerable. It had roots running in all directions – the many suckers proved that. But all of them were too near the surface; none of them had grown deep into the ground. A West Texas rainstorm easily uprooted the tree.
Many Christians resemble that Cottonwood tree. Above ground everything looks good. Like the tree – green and producing leaves like crazy – our lives brim over with the things of God. Church activity. Service. Good works. Other people may even see our lives and think “She must be walking very close to God. Look at everything she’s doing!” Read more
God regularly overwhelms me with Himself. Today, it happened while I was driving and listening to the radio. “I’m giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.” These *lyrics, from “Starry Night” by Chris August, hit me square between the eyes.