06/12/2026
At Week's End
The tree. That tree. You know, the one that presented the option to abandon God's goodness in favor of becoming our own god, and experiencing the subsequent contamination of evil? Yes, that's the one. We have one growing beside our driveway. Well, I can't be certain it is as I'm not an arborist nor is there a photo to provide visual reference. But I'm convinced. It has many names, each of them reflective of my particular heart posture when I'm given reason to look at it again. Observant neighbors could likely be amused by the frequent times I gaze up into its depths with my lips moving in some sort of disfavor.
Yes, it does give some shade. I appreciate that! But the evil far surpasses this benefit. It's a very productive tree, all year long through every season and all manner of weather it keeps dropping vexation from itself. There are at least two types of seedlike phases, a green leaf drop phase, a random healthy branch drop period, sap dripping, an extended autumn drop, and this ongoing dead branch issue. If this tree was in a forest, I wouldn't care. But its proximity to the house creates an issue for my gutters - and my family well knows how the sound of water running anywhere except through the downspout can stimulate immediate and sometimes foolish activity. No matter time of day or how severe the weather is. Our current storm cycle has provided ample opportunity for failures in gutter health.
So is there some spiritual application to this? Probably not. Except that I am reminded that what comes off a tree, or its characteristics, is how it's known. In the words of some not so ancient nature walker (Rodney?), "we know it's an aspen because of the way it is". So is Andy. So is you. I cannot blame the weather for what I produce. I cannot blame the soil. The problem is my seed, my heart. It's conflicted in the fallen self-serving nature and the simultaneous indwelling of Christ. Lord thank you for saving me from sin's domination, and keep working in me to cause greater desire for holiness, and less debris of the flesh.