A Lesson from the Cold
This is the season for new birth. Especially this year, after the record-breaking, life-threatening temperatures we reached on February 15. Minus three!
Not wind-chill, but actual temperature readings! Pipes burst, power lines fell and much of the city’s flora was seriously crippled: Crepe myrtles and nandinas, and a variety of others.
As the new Spring began to appear, our gardening experts asked us to wait. Despite the appearance of death, some specimens might still survive. “Don’t cut down just yet. Wait and give them a chance to come alive.”
We wait. All over the city, neatly pruned crepe myrtles wait. In my backyard fifteen nandinas wait, eight crepe myrtles wait. I wait.
God is Patient
When I was a young child, I planted flower seed next to the front porch. Soon, my impatience got the better of me. I pulled back the soil to see if the seed had begun to grow. Again and again, I did this. Strangely, those flowers never became the stem-and-flower God intended them to be.
It seems to me that our God behaves in a much different way. In 2 Peter 3:9, we read, “The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone come to repentance.”
The singer Lauren Daigle puts it this way: “We call out to dry bones, come alive, come alive. We call out to dead hearts, come alive, come alive.”
Indeed God does. He calls out to “dead hearts: come alive, come alive.” He breathes life into those who choose to follow Jesus. He is patient with us because He wants everyone to come to repentance. And be saved.