The voice said, “Cry out!”
And he said, “What shall I cry?”
“All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.”
Good morning friends. Our opening verses provides us with lenses to view life. In this beautiful dialogue the writer captures the fragility of life with the vision of a field or meadow. The grass and flowers beautifully arrayed in their glory, dancing to the winds; reverberating its currents through every stem, leaves and petals. As they dance they respond to the energy from the sun through osmosis is and diffusion; collection nutrients from the ground for food, releasing oxygen into the atmosphere for life.
They produce their seeds and die, their offsprings succeeds them; each one after its kind and the cycle of inception, growth, reproduction and death continues. Like humankind successive generations have played their part in the grand scheme of things and bowed out, but the power and authority of God’s word have remained infallible. With this in mind the position of the word of God as a proverbial mirror for life is unquestionable.
So, dear friends, I am more mindful than mindless, more careful than carefree, more thoughtful than thoughtless. In the words of Paul:
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us. We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed— always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body.