Trees are your best antiques.
68 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel; for he hath visited and redeemed his people,
69 And hath raised up an horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David;
70 As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began:
~ Luke 1:68-70
Treebeard – Lord of the Rings
In the book and film, Lord of the Rings, many creatures have voices who are long gone, or at least in hiding. We are still here, as are the trees.
When I viewed this clip, I couldn’t help but hear the trumpet of the Lord in the cry of Treebeard. I couldn’t help but think of a small band of farmers led by Judah Maccabee too back the temple of our God from Antiochus the 4th.
We have a God who breathed and breathes! In every living thing and even in the lives of rocks, which we may hear cry out before our “clean” escape.
We recently had a tree trimmed at the request of our local power company. It is one of the oldest trees on the block, and it was planted when my family moved in back in the 50’s. When the tree guys showed up, one neighbor came out to inquire as to whether we were taking it down. She is one of the “tenders of the garden,” on our block. The love she pours into the living things that we cannot always hear, comes back in so many ways.
God has poured that kind of love into you, into me, into all of us. In Him we live, and move and have our being. For you who have to pull up roots, remember how deep your roots really go, that in the time of trouble we can reach deep theirin and draw from the One who sent us a promise He has kept.
A promise the cried out in the night, under the stars.
Lord, help us to reach deeply into your love, your word, your song and draw strength to shine, to walk on, to walk out, to walk at all.
Because of Him,