So I was walking Dusty round the wet walk at Crathes Castle
this morning. The burns (streams) were in spate, raging waters roiling and boiling over
rocks and bursting banks. I let Dusty wade into what is usually the bank – no way
would I trust her to have the strength to get out of the fast-flowing burns.
We walked on and soon encountered tiger tape (yellow and
black stripes) blocking the way forward and directing us on a detour round
recent storm damage. In other words, uprooted titans of trees lying desolate
and dying across the forest floors, having crashed into and splintered many
other giants of the forest.
We were directed to detour, but of course Dusty skipped
neatly below the blockading tape, ignorant of its implications. When she
finally found her way blocked, she bounded cross country to meet me on the
other path. Her detour was not my detour.
On we went. Past the castle. Past many another dog and
his/her walker. Through the car park and plunging back into the moody wood, a
gathering of trees which seem both mysterious and gloomy.
And soon, there was
another giant of the forest, down. A wind of unimaginable vicious strength had
obviously overcome the web of roots spread just below the surface and toppled
this tree, which took its matted roots with it. And that matting of roots stood
taller than me – maybe seven or eight feet tall.
How did that happen? Here was a tree, growing healthy and
strong, with a network of roots anchoring it to the soil. Or, apparently
anchoring it to the ground, but actually being too shallow to be much good in
the onslaught of a major windstorm.
Of course the application is obvious. How many of us look
strong, even beautiful, and think that we have an adequate grounding of
rootwork – perhaps networks of friends or church family – and we are lacking
the taproot firmly sunk into Jesus?
Ouch – sounds painful for Jesus – but he counsels us to ‘abide’
in him. Outside of him we don’t stand a chance. We’ll be felled one day by a
fierce wind, left to wither on the wintry ground.
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