“I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener.” John 15:1
I have always been saddened by the slow destruction of once beautiful homes by advancing vines of kudzu or ivy. These scenes are easily spotted in areas all throughout the south. In my mind, I envision the excitement and hopefulness of those planning and building the home. The original owners must have taken pride and joy in selecting details for their home. I then reflect on the lives lived in the home-the birthdays, the Christmases, the Easters…and the ‘everydays’. As the old adage states, “if these wall could talk”…. Then, as time flies by, the once proud home no longer rings with the laughter of children or the sounds of political discussion during election season – or the sounds of prayer. The vines growing throughout the house obliterate the memories of the house.
John 15:1 is one of the verses that is easily recalled. While I understand its meaning, I tend to think of the vine in a different way. The vine that is Jesus is not only the conduit for us to spread His message of hope to others, but is also the vine that obliterates our sin from God’s memory. The very thing that can intrude in our lives, our ‘houses’, and take them over, can alter their appearance to others. While a vine covered home may appear neglected, a ‘vine covered’ Christian not only has the peace of knowing their sin is covered, but can then share that peace with others. We can be secure in the knowledge that this vine is strong and everlasting.
Dear Father, thank you for the security we have with you covering us with your love. Amen.