Full of leaves and standing in a season when figs are abundant, this fig tree was not bearing any fruit. Jesus, Lord over nature having calmed storms and raised the dead, could have called fruit from the tree.
Instead, He cursed the tree and it withered.
Disciples amazed. Me, too. And a little uncomfortable. i would never use the word petulant, and so i am left standing open-mouthed. Rebellion creases my brow; i want to object.
Disciples don't mind a little withering of a fig tree. They want to know how the withering was done. Cool! They seem to cry out.
i sit with the passage awhile. Looking at Jesus. Trusting His goodness. His love.
This was a fig tree grown for just this purpose.
And then i come upon this. . .
i, who have already identified with this fig tree, am supposed to bear fruit. The fruit of God dwelling within me.
". . .the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience,
kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. . ."
~ Galatians 5:22
And when Jesus approaches me, He is hungry for this fruit.
Fruit, i sometimes pretend i have. Being super religious and all.
But, i have excuses. i would have more self-control if... i am patient, but . . .
He withers those excuses.
Jesus replies, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do
not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can
say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done.”
~ Matthew 21:22
Mountains of excuses cast into the sea.
What excuses are holding me back today from bearing the fruit He is hungry for? LORD, help me to cast them all into the sea!
""If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer!"