Sunday, March 28, 2010

Lessons From a Piney Stick Forest

The other morning I was wheeling across the 30 country mile commute… sipping some coffee, singing along with music, and talking with God. It's what I usually do. Sometimes, I sip in silence and try to listen, but mostly, I monopolize the conversation. That particular morning, I was doing a lot of yakking. And it was that type of God yakking that is really more of a pity party lamentation.

Because I was overcome by the state of my world.

As I rounded the curve, this guy pulled out in front of me. Ugh.

Now, one encounter that I dread more than most along that country commute is the encounter with the log truck. Not only does it slow my pace and mess with my groove, it also plays into my phobias. I hate the way the logs bounce up and down in their precarious perch. I imagine one slipping from its chains and hurling like a torpedo through the windshield of my car…decapitating me. That’s just the way I think. In addition to the torpedo phobia, I hate that the loose pine bark sails through the air and pings the car windows, especially when the truck is newly loaded as this one was.

So I slowed Ebenezer and slid to the shoulder to put some distance between me and the offending logger. And since the shiny red Kodak was in my purse anyway, I whipped her out and took that picture… just in case I wanted to blog a complaint.

And it was at that moment that God used his piney stick forest to yak back.

Appearances, God reminded me, can be very deceiving. Because when I looked over my shoulder, this is what I saw.

A dark and confusing mass of trunks and limbs, obscured by a twisted thicket. I’m pretty certain there were snakes in there too. Pretty much the way I see the world these days...

But this is a planted piney stick forest.

So I took two steps to my left...

And two steps more... Until that same forest looked like this.

Not so dark and scary now.  

All just a matter of perspective.

And for some oddball reason, very comforting to me.      

Our Sunday School lesson this morning is about Palm Sunday. I love the fact that the beloved disciple had fewer words to say about the drama than the other gospel writers. I guess he figured that his verbose buddies had the details covered. But there was one thing that John alone added that caught my eye.

At first his disciples did not understand this. Only after Jesus was glorified did they realize that these things had been written about him and that they had done these things to him.
John 12:16

Huh. Imagine that. Even they didn’t quite get it right away. It took some time and perspective to see that what looked a bit crazy and confusing was all part of the perfectly planted plan of God. I guess they needed to have their own piney stick forest moment.

Have a happy Palm Sunday.
And, Hosanna!

1 comment:

Low Tide High Style said...

Even the annoying and scary can be inspirational! Love the pictures, that forest is beautiful!

Kat :)


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