I hate fake plants.
Let me say this again…Fake plants…I hate them. LOL
For real though, nothing bugs me more than a church, or a home, or any place full of fake plants!! But don’t let my personal preferences sway you…If you like fake plants, that’s cool. You are entitled to your fake-ness. I just prefer the real thing over the fake thing.
But there is something I dislike even MORE than fake plants…Fake PEOPLE! And I bet whether or not you like fake plants, you are probably with me on the fake people piece. And according to Jesus, God isn’t a big fan of fake people, either. There is a story tucked away in the book of Luke entitled “The Parable Of The Barren Fig Tree”
“Then Jesus told this story: “A man planted a fig tree in his garden and came again and again to see if there was any fruit on it, but he was always disappointed. Finally, he said to his gardener, ‘I’ve waited three years, and there hasn’t been a single fig! Cut it down. It’s just taking up space in the garden.’“The gardener answered, ‘Sir, give it one more chance. Leave it another year, and I’ll give it special attention and plenty of fertilizer. If we get figs next year, fine. If not, then you can cut it down.’”
Jesus makes it plain that the only plants that are welcome in the garden are the plants that are producing fruit. The other plants, the non-fruit producing ones, should be cut down. In this story, the fig tree has a lot of “potential” of producing fruit, but never produces. And ultimately, God show patience, YEARS of patience. But after a while of no fruit, God becomes very frustrated. And so does the rest of the world. There is nothing more off-putting to the world than a person who calls them-self a “Christian” but never produces Christian fruit.
What fruit are you producing?
Christian fruit = Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Gentleness. Faithfulness. Self Control.
Fake Christian fruit = Disgruntled-ness, jealousy, fits of rage, gossip, hatred, conflict, FACTIONS (look that on up), envy, drunkenness, porn and sexual sin…
Reading this story in Luke causes me to take a long, hard look at the fruit of my life…