Pastor’s Point: Trees
Talk (revisited)
There they
go again, doing what they always do. I’m
talking about the trees in my yard, my neighborhood… everywhere, really. As I watch them finally come back to life
after a long, bitter winter, I marvel at the rhythm of it all…of all created
life. Like clockwork, these statuesque
creatures seem to erupt in praise to their Maker. The Old Testament prophet
Isaiah described it as “clapping their hands” for all the world to see and hear
(Isaiah 55:12).
Experiencing
the beautiful and sometimes fragrant blossoms sprouting from what appeared to
be useless, lifeless branches, I can’t help but reflect on the words of 1Chronicles
16. The psalmist David seems to call
forth praise from all of God’s
creation, not just humankind.
Worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.
Tremble before him, all the earth!
The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved.
Tremble before him, all the earth!
The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved.
Let the heavens
rejoice, let the earth be glad;
let them say among the nations, “The Lord reigns!”
Let the sea resound, and all that is in it;
let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them!
Let the trees of the forest sing,
let them sing for joy before the Lord,
for he comes to judge the earth.
let them say among the nations, “The Lord reigns!”
Let the sea resound, and all that is in it;
let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them!
Let the trees of the forest sing,
let them sing for joy before the Lord,
for he comes to judge the earth.
One of the
clearest voices God speaks through is the tree. Here, in this one beautiful
symbol of life, we have all the stages, the actual rhythm of the human
experience. And ultimately, we have the
reminder that through the use of a tree, God’s redemptive plan for his fallen creation was accomplished, and we
are restored, we are made right with Him.
Several
years ago, one of my favorite contemporary Christian lyricists, Nicole Nordeman,
wrote a song called Every Season. If you want one of the most honest, insightful windows into the
human experience, you need look no further than the songs of this gifted
writer. Read along and see if you don’t
agree that God has given her wisdom into a language that is all around us,
spoken almost completely in silence.
Every evening sky, an invitation to trace the patterned stars.
And early in July, a celebration for freedom is ours.
And I notice You in children's games, in those who watch them from the shade.
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder. You are summer.
As the
seasons of life go, I think of the summer of our days as the best of the
best. And it’s not necessarily a
confined season or stage of our life.
It’s just when life is good, when we’re hitting on all cylinders, and
all seems right with the world. This
experience comes and goes, but when we’re in the middle of it, we don’t want it
to end. It’s also a time filled with
discovery and awe. We often find the
drudgery and grind of the rest of our life tolerable
because we anticipate summer’s arrival.
And even
when the trees have just surrendered to the harvest time.
Forfeiting
their leaves in late September and sending us inside,
Still I
notice You. When change begins and I am
braced for colder winds,
I will offer
thanks for what has been and what’s to come.
You are autumn.
Personally,
autumn is my favorite season of the year.
The colors, the smells, the cooler temperatures, the activities unique
to fall: they all remind me that just
because something changes does not
mean it can’t be beautiful or purposeful.
And I have learned the longer I live, that something wondrous happens
even in the process of dying—if I look for it.
And
ev’rything in time and under heaven fin’lly falls asleep.
Wrapped in
blankets white, all creation shivers underneath.
And still I
notice You when branches crack and in my breath on frosted glass.
Even now in
death, You open doors for life to enter.
You are winter.
I can
honestly say this is probably my least favorite season of the year and of life
in general. It is often used to describe
that stage which precedes our own death, when we fall asleep and are ‘no more’. We hear the phrase the winter of our years. Actually,
I usually greet the start of winter
with enthusiasm. Certain elements like
freshly fallen snow, the warmth of a fireplace, even the beauty of dead trees
and vegetation against the backdrop of a beautiful white landscape—all of these
intrigue me…initially.
But then
comes the waiting, the frustration of life slowed
down, the lack of freedom, the lack of life, the sameness of it all. At times, the bitter winds and uncertain
conditions actually seem to oppose me
in my journey, blocking my forward momentum.
And then, it happens:
Everything
that’s new has bravely surfaced, teaching us to breathe.
And what was
frozen through is newly purposed, turning all things green.
So it is
with You and how You make me new with ev’ry season’s change.
And so it
will be as You are recreating me, summer, autumn, winter, spring.
You and I,
along with all of God’s creation, are reborn, given a do-over, awakened to life
as it was always intended. Solomon once wrote: “Lo, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone; flowers appear on
the earth, and the time for singing has come.” It reminds us that even the
bleakest of periods in our lives have an ending
point. It’s as if God hits the
refresh button and voilĂ ! Everything gets restarted.
Our Maker is
always at work moving us forward. He has
made seasons to illustrate the spectrum of our human experiences. And He has
made trees, including the one that was used for His own son’s death, to remind
us, that in whatever stage we find ourselves, He is at work for our good. Let the seasons speak to you. Let trees talk
to you. And be reminded, God is not finished with you yet.
[Jesus] Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree,
that we, having died to sins,
might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were
healed. 1 Peter 2:24
NKJV
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