They've been described as "a plant for which we once knew the use but we've forgotten it". Their deep tap roots break up soil and bring up nutrients more shallow rooted plants need.
But we see them as an obstacle in our efforts to maintain the uniformity of a well manicured lawn. After mowing, they stubbornly spring back up, and in their death send tiny seeds dancing on the wind to root and bloom again.
Faith is a way we all once knew, but have forgotten.
Faith is willing to stand alone and persevere for the Truth.
Faith is a tap root that breaks through the wall of pretense to the eternal reality beyond.
Faith draws water from the well of Life, offering freely to all who thirst.
Faith comforts the hopeless, and proclaims liberty to the captives.
Faith is a tiny, stubborn, yellow flower in a world that wants uniformity, wants its own way; a world that denies a loving Creator and despises any mention of the Cross. Or prayer.
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (NIV)
