Apples in a Seed - Part III

We come now to the long-awaited explanation (or, as is more likely, the Not-Awaited-in-Any-Way-Shape-or-Form Explanation) for the undoubtedly strange title of these recent posts. You see, it is a little phrase that I heard, once. Or twice. Somewhere. Or perhaps, Somewhere Else... but it is not the Where that matters. It is the What, and this is it:
“Anyone can count the number of seeds in an apple. 
"Only God can count the number of apples in a seed.”

If you recall (and especially if you don't), these recent posts were spurred by the memory of a lady who did little more than secure me a place in front of her in a very ambiguously-located line. Yet in doing so, she offered me an entire world of thought; thoughts for which I could not be more grateful. I can guarantee her forgetfulness of me; and if questioned at the time, I'm certain she could have guaranteed my own forgetfulness of her. Yet such is not the case. Praise God, I did not merely allow a brief thought about the woes of subjectively located checkout lines, and then cease to dwell on the matter -- for though some people may argue that I dwell far too much on many things, I would argue in return that those who dwell too little on the little things are far more likely to undervalue those things most often seen as important.

For I have come to question myself. It is with the greatest ease that I might live out my actions in a blind state of obligation, even an obligation that has little to do with my God and far more to do with the expectations of those around me. But that is not what I long for. My longing, my yearning, is that all which comes from me might be planted not by selfish, gain-seeking hands--hands which I have known all too well--but by a heart whose very roots and soil are watered by Love.

For that was ever the promise: from that to which life is given, more life still shall come. I need only be faithful in sowing my seeds — and truly, the apples are best left to Him.

3 missives:

Wulfie said...

Watching the disciples' feet.

I think this ties in a lot with one of the more recent posts on the TLC forum concerning chivalry; though I don't think it was ever specifically mentioned, a Christian's view of chivalry really does flow from Jesus' instructions and command to His disciples at the Last Supper. Our love for one another, which He says a little later is one of the things by which the World recognizes us as His own, isn't just something we say in words. It's in our actions, too, and in the way we live. When you stop to think about God's love for us, and when you consider that He did not content Himself with only doing a little for us, but did wonders that echo all down through the ages since the Cross and before, it makes you want to go out and love in the same way Christ loved us. Of course we're only human beings and cannot love perfectly as He does, but the Holy Spirit will aid us. By His grace we can do wonders. ^.^

Thanks so much for these thoughts.


Sparrow said...

I shall never be able to wear sandals again without dying of laughter every time I look down at my feet. I do hope you're satisfied! >.O

That's exactly the point. We love because He first loved us. THIS is love: not that we love Him, who gave everything for us, but that He loved us, who were unloveable. He loved us enough to send Christ to die in our place, and that just blows me away.

God's so big, we can't just hold him inside. He spills over. ^.^

Anonymous said...

Pensword you are indeed. Wow! Such big thoughts to meditate on... *hugs* I miss you, but keep gowing in your faith, Dearie.