The summer of the drought. That’s where we’ve been. Hot. Dry. Hostile to life.
Yet a curious thing caught my eye the other day as I wheeled the mower down our driveway to cut the front lawn.
Right there in the middle of the asphalt…pushing up through tar and stone…a weed. Sturdy, green. If not alone.
How did it get there? What force gave it the guts to push through a gravel base and up through a layer of asphalt? How could it thrive when my lawn is patchy and thin?
Life is not supposed to thrive in drought conditions. Yet there it was, defying the odds, defying the circumstances and doing its thing. (:45)
It struck me then as a living metaphor of Christ followers at this season of our lives.
Spiritually speaking, there’s no question that America is in something of a drought.
Most churches are losing members.
Christians are no longer merely marginalized—they’re being dehumanized.
A superheated blast of angry atheism is swirling across the nation.
Thoughts of revival are whispered today on only a few parched lips.
But as surely as that weed I observed pushed through unlikely odds, followers of Jesus must now do the same. Right now. In the middle of our spiritual drought.
It’s time to push on through at prayer meeting.
It’s time to push on through sharing Jesus with—quote, unquote—unlikely friends.
It’s time to push on through with the love of Jesus in the face of hatred.
Droughts, you see, don’t last forever. But God’s Kingdom does.
“Growing like a weed.” It’s an old expression. Never gave it much thought. Until now. Until this drought.
So let me ask you: How’s it growing?
Your faith…
Your prayers…
Your witness…
How’s it growing?
The weed got through. So must you and I.