PASTURES



 

Looking out across a once fertile, vibrant hay meadow, in a state of degradation. The fences are down with no boundaries set, and weeds and berry vines cover most of this once lush green pasture. The good grass is crowded out, the field is unkempt, unfertilized, and unmowed. Now the good grass, the grass that makes hay, cannot get enough sun or nutrients to grow.  

Sometimes this could be a picture of our own spiritual degradation and even our personal and physical degradation.    Our world seems to be starving to death for spiritual nutrients and Son-light in our lives.  Sometimes I do too. My pasture gets overrun with the weeds and berry vines of life.  I fail to set or maintain boundaries to keep the wandering sins in the world from wandering on my pasture.  

Jesus said, "I am the Light of the world."  I don't know about you, but I have some mowing and fencing building to do.  I want that Light on my pasture, don't you? How else can my pasture have the lush growth God intended it to have?

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