From the Manse July - August 2019

The weather has been good for the trees this spring, however, the rowan outside my window is still half in leaf.

I have seen other rowans in full leaf, developing berries and putting on growth: I know what it should be at this time of the year. It isn't through lack of water the tree is in this half-alive state.

What is to be done? Left it will still be a perch for the birds. Yet is there hope for the future without lopping off the dead branches? Who will take the action required - even to let the council know? Are we without hope, or imagination about what could happen to the tree?

The state of the tree is in such a contrast to the picture of the renewed earth of Revelation 22..., Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city. On either side of the river is the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, producing its fruit each month; and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

Revelation gives us this hope: of verdant, abundance in our lives and in creation.

Focussing on God, finding faith and trust in someone much beyond ourselves, requires our action. Each one of us is invited into fullness of life. What does our imagination risk looking at; do we prefer holding onto something that's dead?

Do we dare assume the responsibility of action; are we afraid of repercussions?

Over time the tree blends into the scenery. However, there are some amazing examples of trees locally, even along the high street, we know they are places offering many habits for our wildlife. If you've ever been to the Eden Project, you'll know human life wouldn't exist without trees.

The parable of the rowan tree. I wonder whether there are similarities in our church life and hope? What does the parable offer you?

May we be blessed, as we journey...

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sunshine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may you be held in the palm of God's hand.

Rev Suva