"What more could have been done for my vineyard than I have done for it?"
(Isaiah 5:4).
With the deepest sorrow possible, God finally had to let Israel have its way.
He finally lets us have our own way, too. Surely He weeps as He admits there is
nothing more He can do for us, for He has tried everything to soften our hearts.
Our stubborn will circumscribes His perfect will for us.
As God deplores the state of our vineyard, how many times have we earthly
parents lamented the vineyards of our children? What more could we have done to
save them from themselves? We plant, nurture, admonish, hope, and dream, but
still they do not meet our expectations. When our child is lost physically or
spiritually, we grieve and weep, as does our Lord. But we can do no more for
those who wish to go their own way, just as God must let us go our way, for He
has given us free will.
God graced Israel with every blessing necessary for full fruition. What
strikes us is the lack of gratitude. God's tender tendencies seem lost on His
chosen. He didn't plant this vineyard for personal gain. It was to be His and
their garden of delights. His deep feelings for His people are expressed all
through the Old Testament, as well as the New Testament, especially in Isaiah,
Jeremiah and Hosea. And yet the vineyard--ours, too--grows weeds of
disgrace!
"How is the soil? Is it fertile or poor? Are there trees on it or not? Do
your best to bring back some of the fruit of the land" (Numbers 13:20). How do
we bring back the fruit of God's precious land? What is it? "But the fruit of
the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness and self-control" (Galatians 5:22,23).
Today, let us enrich the soil of our hearts and minds with gratitude for
God's daily blessings. It is so easy to forget them in our worldly pursuits. As
for personal thanksgiving, I thank God every morning upon waking for our beloved
sons and daughters and grandchildren! As happened with Job, our latter years are
even more blessed!
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