A shoot shall come out from
the stump of Jesse,
and a branch shall grow out of his roots.
Isaiah 11: 1
A stump.
You’ve seen one. What once had been a mighty oak, a graceful elm, or a winsome ash became sick
and died. And people with chainsaws came and carted away what was left, leaving
only a stump. Ignorable. Inert.
But God
promises us that what is dead will provide sustenance and shelter for that
which is being resurrected.
“A shoot
shall come out of the stump of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots.”
In you, what
has died? And what shoot, what quiet idea, is silently gestating in the deepest
part of your heart?
What is longing to be
born?
God promises all new life.