For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.” John 3:17
It was paradise lost. I’m not sure why it happened. I’m not even sure how it happened…but it did. Several years ago, we had accumulated a great collection of large tropical plants to accent our patio during the summer. Our guests love our garden, and I suppose they love our plants too. But then something happened. You see; to keep them alive through the winter, we had to move them into our garage and nurse them during the cold weather. We would install special lights, water them, and learn to squeeze our car in between them. It was a hassle, but we did it…until we didn’t
One year, well, we didn’t. It all started when we had a light frost early in the season and since Judy was gone…I didn’t mess with it. That’s the bad news. The good news is that somehow, they survived. Since it happened on my watch, I breathed a sigh of relief. That opened a pandora’s box because when the next frost came, and I believe it was on my watch again, I found a reason to throw caution to the wind. Once again, they survived and so did I.
Then, fast forward a little while later, we were deeper into fall and nudging winter. With Judy back, the plants were in safer hands. When the temperatures threatened to move from frost to freeze, we braved the cold wind and moved them inside displacing the car to the fate of the cold. Sure enough, it warmed up again, and out they came. Well, that year we decided to go on a cruise. We knew the forecast called for a couple of cold mornings, but we were pressed for time and couldn’t think of anyone to gather the plants for us…so we left them to their fate.
Sure enough, it froze and so did they…all of them. At first, it wasn’t too bad but then it was. Some quickly, some slowly began to show the damage of a freeze on something that was never meant to see or feel the extreme cold. Some leaves wilted and some turned dark brown. The result was a paradise lost. What was once beautiful looked like a tropical war zone. It also meant a lot of whacking and cleaning up to do. It was sad in one way but wait there is a silver lining.
You see, first, there was more room in my garage this winter. Yay. It also meant that there was a fresh start…a new beginning when spring came. Yes, there was a cost involved…there usually is for a new beginning…when something is reborn. But it was worth it. Several plants showed their age, and the new ones will be stronger than the old ones. It.Was.Worth.It.
You know God said the same thing about us, don’t you? You know that God knew we needed a lot more than a time in the “garage,” we needed a fresh start, a new birth and yes, it came at a great price. It meant there had to be a Christmas and there had to be an Easter. It meant His Son leaving heaven for a stable and a feeding trough and it meant a rugged Roman cross, a horrible death but gratefully…also a resurrection. It meant we could go from eternal death to eternal life—that we could go from war to peace—that we could call Him…wait for it…Father. But all that was possible only after the price was paid. Like the song says, “Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain, but He made it white as snow.”
White as snow. From death to life. How amazing is that? Each fall, I scour the yard and remove the death…preparing for spring and new life. I chose to look past the present and forward to the new…to spring. And, if your world looks a little like my backyard with more dead than alive, remember that God waits to bring new life into your life. He said in John 3:17 that His Father didn’t send Him to condemn the world but rather through Him we, you, could be saved…rescued…redeemed.” That is good…that is really good. So, no matter the mess, write it down…He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne