Jesus withers the fig tree.
He can wither any one of us.
When I think of Jesus, I think of compassion.
What I sometimes forget is judgment.
He is God. He’s watching what’s really going on in our hearts.
He’s assessing the spiritual fruit we bear, if any.
Forget church ministry, forget “Super Mom” Facebook posts, forget looking all together when in reality, everything has fallen apart.
What’s in your heart right now? Are you angry at someone? Do you feel jipped? Do you plaster the cracks with make up and keep smiling because that’s the only thing the world would want to see?
Everything is about optics but God is about the deeper level. You can know every word forwards and backwards in the Bible.
It doesn’t mean you know Jesus.
Love, fortunately, is an action verb. You don’t always have to feel it to do it. And something that I know of, something I’m more sure of than anything? When you do love, your cracks begin to heal.
No make up required.
Today, we have a choice: wither and die or bear fruit.
Rest assured, the world is starving. Rest assured, we can remedy this if we want to.