I was reading about God’s prophecy concerning Damascus. That great city was set for destruction.
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation and have not remembered the rock of your refuge. (17:10a)
But it’s what follows that verse that got my attention this morning:
Therefore you plant delightful plants and set them with vine slips of a strange god. In the day you plant it you carefully fence it in, and in the morning you bring your seed to blossom; but the harvest will be a heap in a day of sickliness and incurable pain. (17:10b-11)
I think about what is being preached from far too many pulpits. God is love. Love wins. God wants you to be healthy and rich. Don’t judge. Come to God on your terms. Everyone goes to heaven. Sin is relative.
Delightful plants! Feel good sermons. Love! Love! Love!
Delightful – and deadly. May God help us examine that which we plant by our words, our choices, our very lives. I can’t imagine anyone purposefully planting a garden of weeds. Let’s not do that in our lives, either.