COCKLEBURS
(By: Mary E.
Adams)
Life consists of many
layers of accumulated ideas and habits that make up what we call
"us". We garner them as we go, but sometimes fail to correctly
sort and filter them according to their worth. And that is why, I
believe, we experience trials and tribulations....they make all those things
pass through God's chastening where, hopefully, what needs to be discarded
will be done away with..... a housecleaning of sorts.
It surprised me one day to
see that I too had many such "layers" weighing me down.
Past mistakes....wrong choices....missed opportunities. All of which
never seemed to escape my attention.
That is the way we often
deal with circumstances in our lives. Events come and go...tragedies
plague us, trials frighten us, events beyond our control easily rip away the
veneer we place over our weaknesses and vulnerabilities that pride,
stubbornness, or simple neglect have caused us to ignore.
Looking closely, one can
see that a cocklebur consists of loops and hooks, a unique feature that makes
them able to cling with tenacity. We find these little nuisances in
waste places, roadsides, lying upon low ground, abandoned land, in run-down
pastures and waste areas and ditches. It is when we walk through
such areas that we would pick them up on our clothing and shoelaces.
Even rooting pigs can be poisoned by these little "porcupine eggs"
(as some call them). The symptoms would be depression...unwillingness to move,
hunched backs and weakness...even death.
Yet the very thing that
makes cockleburs the nuisance they are, led to a marvelous invention
called "Velcro"....which gives you and I the ability to make things
stick together without much effort at all.
Jesus said to Paul on the road to
Damascus, "It is hard for you to kick against the pricks."
What did He mean by that statement? That meant when Paul held the coats of
the very men stoning the martyr Stephen, he heard Stephen's dying words that
asked God to forgive them. That pricked!...and a "cocklebur"
attached itself to his mind and spirit. Kick against it, pull at it,
try to ignore it....it still stuck. Nor would it go away until Jesus
removed the guilt of that offending burr with His divine love and fastened
Paul to Himself.
You and I walk in a world that is sometimes frightful, often
disappointing. Events that happen to us can sometimes attach
themselves to us as cockleburs...and though we may have searched them out,
we may have a problem being healed of the torment they caused.
We cannot expect life to be totally free of such encounters,
for they are all around us. But we can try to avoid the places
where spiritual cockleburs are most likely to grow.
The rest? Jesus came for that purpose...to remove and set
us free from them. And in that process, as we attach ourselves to Him,
He removes all the offending burrs that keep us in pain and
discomfort....healing what needs healing, devolving all the calluses caused
by years of continual torment...layer by layer, until we one day we
are free once more.
What joy to know such a friend!
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Growing up in West
Texas, we had a very troublesome weed that produced "cockleburs,"
little oval stickers that clung to our clothing as we walked
through weeds or tall grasses. I'd rid myself of all I could find,
yet sometimes one or two escaped my attention and I might carry them all day
with me without realizing they were there. Only when I sat down or
leaned a certain way did they make their presence painfully known.
But you know something? If they never got removed, they would become a
continual source of pain that would either cause infection or form a hard,
callous place as it rubbed and pricked me over and over again. I might
have de-sensitized myself to it after repeated encounters, yet it would still
be there as a reminder every time I rubbed my hand over the hardness it
generated.
NOTE FROM THE
EDITOR: