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The Parable of the Vinyard

He stood on a fruitful hill and marvelled at its situation
A place where there was light and beauty
A place where springs watered the earth
And the sun bathed the ground
It sat higher than it's neighbours, all others just didn't measure up
He erected fences to keep out the foxes
A hedge to shield it from the blast of wind
He removed the weeds and the thorns,
And cultivated the fallow ground
Removing the stones from the soil
He stood back and observed and it was good
He put a tower in the middle,
A fortress to repel the enemies attacks
He could see them coming from afar,
So be well prepared before they arrived
He built a winepress to draw the blood of grapes,
A cool cellar deep into the hill to house the wine
It was ready - all was prepared.
He chose the best vines and planted them
In the cool soft aromatic soil
They were rich, they were increased with goods
They had need of nothing in this world
They flourished and grew, they danced and they played
God was so good to them, they praised God for His bounty

But they brought forth nothing well almost nothing
One or two grapes scattered here and there
They grew and grew - pruning did not seem to help
The more that was cut the more they grew
Until you could not walk between the rows
He sat and he wondered why was it like this?
The grapes had everything they needed
The were protected and loved
Why were they so untrainable and wild?
Why did the few fruit they grew remind him of a spoiled child!

While he strolled in the valley
He saw a strange sight
Growing amongst the rocks
Was a discarded lonely vine,
It was unprotected from its foes,
Faced the heat and the numbing cold
It was downtrodden with stunted broken limbs
It's shredded leaves showed the evidence of neglect
Yet on that vine grew a cluster of grapes
And they were O so sweet
Borne in adversity and formed in trouble
It had produced the best fruit that he had ever tasted
He stood enjoying the flavour
It came as a bolt from the heavens
He knew exactly what to do
He ran up the hill as fast as he could
Took away the hedge and the fortress tower
Threw back the rocks and thorns
Blocked up the all the springs
He then turned around and walked away

The vines didn't know what happened
Where had all their comfort gone?
There was a lonely empty silence that spread around them
The foxes and the moles gnawed on their stems and roots
The howling wind chilled their lanky bones
They cried in pain, fear and frustration
They cried out for mercy, branches were torn from their lives
They watered the ground with their own tears
And fertilized it with their own blood
And brought forth tender grapes born in trouble and adversity.

The master came back after two years
He walked along the straggly rows
The crunching of dead branches underfoot
He took pity on the vines -they were the best varieties
He pruned them one by one, they offered him no resistance
He chased away the foxes restored the fence again
He cleaned their wounds in love and compassion
Sealing them with his own blood
Raked up the fallen leaves, burnt the pruned branches,
The vineyard was restored again - it was the best around

The vines remembered how they fell
They considered their emptiness without Him
The way they had rejected His loving touch
And now He has restored to them back to their former glory
They are wild and undisciplined no more
And praise Him with sweet fruit, fruit of the vine.

15 April 2007

Isa 5:1 Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: and he fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof, and planted it with the choicest vine, and built a tower in the midst of it, and also made a winepress therein: and he looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it brought forth wild grapes.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14
Stephen Share 2007

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