A couple of mornings ago I grabbed a pear for breakfast and sliced it so I could eat it as I headed out the door to church. I looked through the fruit basket in my kitchen, fumbling through the various pears for one that looked good from the outside. I gently squeezed each one to determine which was the ripest and would therefore be the softest and sweetest. Once I had determined which piece of fruit I wanted, I went over to the kitchen sink and washed it off. When I began cutting it up, I could see the seeds on the inside of the fruit. Now, up to this point, everything had looked good. The outside of the fruit looked smooth and clear of bumps, bruises, and rotten spots. The pear, when squeezed, seemed to have the perfect combination of firmness and softness. But it wasn’t until I sliced it open that I could see the seeds. The seeds were disintegrating into powder, useless for replanting and producing more fruit.
I wondered at the spiritual parallel of this.
Am I overly concerned with looking pretty on the outside? (Stick with me here) Am I being tested, squeezed, to see if I am ripe and ready for God’s purposes in my life? If I was cut down to what was on the inside, would beauty still be found? What seeds are inside of me? Are they good seeds or bad seeds? What am I nurturing to share with others? Am I pretty on the outside but rotting on the inside? Would the seeds of God’s truth inside of me be ready to replant or would they be rotting? Am I holding the truth and love I’ve received to myself to the point of it rotting, or am I purposefully planting in others’ lives?
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