Savoring Summer #8: Blue-Eyed Grass

IMG_1355 edit“The righteousness of God

is through faith in Jesus Christ,

to all who believe,

since there is no distinction.” (Romans 3:22)

The word that stood out to me was ALL, coupled with “no distinction”.  It reminded me of this verse:

“There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” (Galations 3:28)

(…and you fill in the blank with any number of “opposite” parties.)

There is no room for segregation in the family of God.  In the midst of a world that seems to thrive on sorting people out into many separate groups and categories with all sorts of labels, let us strive instead for God’s view of people, who freely robes in righteousness with only one condition: belief.

P.S. See this original post for info about this photo challenge and more about this reading plan I’m using this summer for the book of Romans (and I’d love to have you join in!)!

Blue Eyes

blue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsblue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsI found a beautiful patch of this blue-eyed grass while I was out walking a week or so ago.  They are tiny, delicate flowers and easy to miss on their long slender grass-like stems as they mingle in a sea of other less showy grasses—but aren’t they exquisite?!  They are really members of the iris family, but they remind me of spring crocuses with their pointed purple-striped petals and bright starry golden centers.

This week I went walking by the same spot again and stopped to look for them—but they were faded away and gone.  I couldn’t even manage to find the empty stems!  How glad I was that I taken pictures of these fleeting beauties when I did—and I was sharply reminded of truth this line from Isaiah 40:

“The grass withers, the flower fades…”blue eyed grass / rejoicing hillsAs I searched in vain through the grass, I walked past a great boulder that has been there for as long as I can remember, unfazed by cold or heat or any battering of the elements.  It’s dependable presence struck me as comforting in the moment—and then I realized what an appropriate contrasting illustration it painted of the rest of that verse:

“…but the word of our God stands forever.”  (Isaiah 40:8)

Flowers of the field, here today, gone tomorrow.

The Word of God, like a rock.  In all the fleeting uncertainty of this life, what a comfort that is!