“A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.”
– Basil of Caesarea
I stood by a tree yesterday that I have loved looking since I moved into this house. When I sit on the porch, I can watch it move with the wind as it stands as a sentinel at the edge of the woods. At one time, it was buried in the midst of many other trees around it; close to the dry bed ravine and not far from the road. But now, it is the tree that defines the border between woods and yard.
It is a poplar tree. Not a strong tree, but not a weak tree either. Its base is wide and appears strong, but the storms of life has taken its toll. From further away, I can see the twists and bends that it has made in order to grow so tall. Yet now, as I stand underneath it, I am picking the bark off of one side of that wide base. I can guess what has caused it, but that doesn’t matter. The buds have formed for the leaves, and I feel blessed that it will bear fruit of leaves in the spring – at least this year.
As I sit here thinking of that tree tonight, I begin to ponder how close we are to March and the beginning of Lent. The hope for an easier year of peace and joy already fading from our thoughts as the storms of 2022 start to bend and force the trunk of this year to change in ways that we never thought possible. Who would have thunk that a plague of almost 2+ years would still be wreaking havoc, and that we would be watching – almost in real time – a war of possible/probable major proportions? Nuclear war? Peaceful protestors attacked, jailed, while their properties and monies are seized? Inflation eating away incomes? Shortages of some things still occurring in many places or long waits for a new car? Young men deployed to a war-torn land far away, leaving family and friends behind? Young children who have never been to school without a mask – or seen a teacher without one?
It is the fruit of that WORD – a strong tree of life – a tree that continues to stand at the edge of the world’s woods. A sentinel tree that stands between the dark chaos of the world’s woods, and the well-tended garden that awaits those who pick a bright fruit from the tree. Fruit of the tree. A lamp unto the feet. A lamp that serves to hold back the shifting shadows and reveal a narrow path. A path dotted with roots, rocks and rotted holes, but now – a lit path – a path making the steps of the pilgrim secure.
As Lent approaches, the lights of Christmas in my windows begin to fade into storage for later this year. The Christmas cards come down from the card tree, but the pictures will remain for prayer. As I look at my Christmas card tree, I wonder what the world’s woods will look like at the end of 2022. I wonder how many other storms between now and then will attack the sentinel tree. I wonder how many more signs of prophecies will have to appear in the news before the scoffers realize that the latter days are here.
My prayers are often deep calling unto deep, but I sleep in peace, sheltered under my Sentinel’s branches. His fruited lamp sitting at my bed side as I continue to pray for friends with COVID or other medical concerns. Praying for those all over the world’s woods who stand for freedom, despite their fears. Praying for those puffed up on pride and shouting their tyrannical rhetoric. Praying for those I know who are struggling with rising prices and counting pennies between paychecks. Praying for the world’s woods in such a time as this. But most of all, thanking YAH for all His affirmations and for sending His Son, Yeshua Ha’Mashiach and His Breath, Ruach Ha’Kodesh to be the Sentinel standing at the edge of the world’s woods with their lighted fruit so that we might grow fruit as well.
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