So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.
My flower bed was a mess when I returned from Colorado. I forget how well plants grow here in SE Texas.
We didn’t have plants in the summer time back home. We didn’t have anything green in the yard by the time the 4th of July came around.
But here, in Nederland, everything stays green and lush and healthy. It’s like we’re in the Garden of Eden, watered with physical and mystical rivers of abundance.
The funny thing is, I don’t even have any flowers in my flower garden. I suppose if I planted flowers, hedges, and beneficial plants, the rains would stop, the dew would cease to appear every morning, and a great drought would be upon us. Since that’s not the case this year, I had to get out there and start pulling weeds.
I tried to poison the weeds before I for Colorado. I bought a container of weed killer and figured one good spraying would be enough to last all season. And it probably would have been enough poison anywhere else, but not here in Nederland. In Nederland the weeds are powerful. I think I only made them more determined to grow and flourish.
Trimming the weeds doesn’t work. Unless you get the roots, the plant will spring right back up. Unless you pluck it entirely from the soil, a remnant will survive.
So Rylie and I got out in the yard and we spent a couple of hours pulling weeds, making sure we got the leaves, stems, stalks and roots.
When we pulled a weed from the ground, it didn’t come out cleanly from the soil. Each weed extracted a ball of soil from the flowerbed. We threw the weeds, dirtball and all, from the flowerbed into the yard. I think we threw half the soil from the flowerbed into the grass along with the weeds.
The roots systems are truly amazing. The weed we plucked had tendrils of roots, twined together and clinging to the soil; they held tightly onto everything they touched. These were roots designed to survive. These roots were why you couldn’t just cut the weeds off at the soil level.
In our walk with Christ, Jesus himself is the soil in which we are planted. He is our foundation. Everything about our lives are rooted, and built up, in him and on him.
There’s a powerful metaphor here. Our faith, rooted in Christ, needs to Cling to Christ, just as the roots of those weeds we were plucking need to cling to the soil they are planted in.
We cling to Jesus because we have no other savior. He is our sole savior a well as the savior of our souls. He supplies us with everything we need to walk in him. He provides us an abundance of spiritual nourishment to carry on our tasks and to stay planted in him.
When the winds blow and the rains come, we cling to him. When we feel like we are losing out grip, we find that he is holding firmly onto us.
Regardless of how strongly we think we are grasping him, the truth is, he is holding onto us with an infinite strength. Jesus doesn’t let go. He doesn’t relinquish us. He holds us for eternity.