Grass

I used to like grass. But I didn’t know that I was like grass.

A short-lived greenery, destined to fade away into a Christless eternity.

But then something that cannot fade—the inextinguishable word of the Lord—was spoken to me.

And that was mighty good news.

You have been born again, not of perishable seed but of imperishable, through the living and abiding word of God;  for “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord remains forever." And this word is the good news that was preached to you.   

1 Peter 1.23-25

Good news, indeed.

Thank you, Lord, for Juan who pretty much preached Your Word to me daily for six weeks, from the very day I stepped into Rose Park Orphanage in 1974.

I stopped being like grass and I stopped liking grass.

I wonder if Peter, too, used to smoke grass?