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Feeling the presence of God.

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Turn us again to yourself, O God of Heaven’s Armies. Make your face shine down upon us. Only then will we be saved. You brought us from Egypt like a grapevine; you drove away the pagan nations and transplanted us into your land. You cleared the ground for us, and we took root and filled the land. Our shade covered the mountains; our branches covered the mighty cedars. We spread our branches west to the Mediterranean Sea; our shoots spread east to the Euphrates River. But now, why have you broken down our walls so that all who pass by may steal our fruit? The wild boar from the forest devours it, and the wild animals feed on it. ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭80‬:‭7‬-‭13‬ ‭NLT‬‬

This idea of God raising up a grapevine, nurturing it, watching over it and giving it a place to thrive and flourish is a popular theme in the Bible. I just wrote about Isaiah (chapter 5) giving an object lesson about the vine and the vineyard. The Psalmist writes about it while Israel is in Babylonian captivity. It goes along with another familiar phrase, “the root of Jesse,” which expresses the promise of a messianic king who would be born of David’s family. God is responsible to keep and protect this root of His vine!

Jesus even refers to Himself being the vine root and speaks of the fruit of that vine in John 15. And, Paul picks up the theme in Romans 15. Then finally, Jesus refers to himself as the root of Jesse in Revelation 22. This overarching picture of God following through with his promise even though Israel (and us as well) have consistently been unfaithful and failing to keep our promises in obedience to God’s Word. God is faithful to fulfill His promise and from that “root” He will raise up a whole new generation of children. These are the children of promise through the faithfulness, not of themselves, but of Christ alone.

In the verses following in this Psalm we hear the desperate plea for God not to give up on His people. “Come back, we beg you, O God of Heaven’s Armies. Look down from heaven and see our plight. Take care of this grapevine that you yourself have planted, this son you have raised for yourself.” (vs 14-15). I get the feeling that people generally know when they are close to the Lord or far off from Him. I know for me, when I have wandered or just been careless with my love and attentiveness to His presence, I definitely knew it. I felt similar to the Psalmist. I wanted to be close again and hear God’s voice, feel the Holy Spirit working in my life. I would never want to get used to being far from Him. I would never want to be so far from God that I no longer felt His face shining down on me. Jesus is the vine; we are the branches. Those who remain in him, and he in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from Jesus we can do nothing (John 15:5).

Prayer

Dad,
I clearly see that you have done everything to keep us (keep me) close to you. You faithfully and consistently come after us, wooing us, forgiving us and loving us. My part is to stay close to you, connected to you. The most difficult part is not even my sin, which separates me from your presence. It’s the shame and embarrassment of continuing to return, constantly coming back in confession and repentance. It’s trusting that you forgive me and receive me once again. It’s the not giving up, not drifting too far – that’s the hard part. Your word promises that you are faithful and JUST to forgive me and clean me when I come to you. I never want to be without your presence. I never want heaven to be silent because of my unfaithfulness to you! Amen.

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Who labors for bitter fruit?

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Now I will sing for the one I love a song about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a rich and fertile hill. He plowed the land, cleared its stones, and planted it with the best vines. In the middle he built a watchtower and carved a winepress in the nearby rocks. Then he waited for a harvest of sweet grapes, but the grapes that grew were bitter. ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭5‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Isaiah poetically writes in object-lesson clarity. He writes of this song about a beautiful vineyard and all the sweat equity he devotes in making into a sweet return on investment. He finds it, builds it, works it and waits.

But instead of reaping the sweet rewards of a job well done, he finds soured results! What happened? Where did he go wrong? The land was rich and fertile. It was cleared of stones. He chose to plant pristine vines from the finest in the area. He provided security with a stone wall and a guard tower to keep it clear of opportunistic pests. What could have gone wrong?

Isaiah notes in this story that the neighbors begin to judge the farmer – there must have been something he did wrong, something he missed. He admits, go ahead and judge me, saying “What more could I have done for my vineyard that I have not already done? When I expected sweet grapes, why did my vineyard give me bitter grapes?” After all the planning, all the work, all the investment he must admit the facts – something was amiss, the soil, the weather? It does not matter – it was a total loss. So the farmer does a deconstruction of everything he built. He tears down the hedges, breaks down the protective walls, and lets it go wild! Now thorns and thistles grow in its place.

What a sad story about this beloved vineyard, as his love song turns to a dirge. Isaiah brings it home with a stinging application. The vineyard, the beautiful garden is none other than Jerusalem and Judah – God’s own people. Isaiah tells the religious and political leaders that God planted a pristine crop expecting good, sweet results, but got something different, “He expected a crop of justice, but instead he found oppression. He expected to find righteousness, but instead he heard cries of violence” (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭5‬:‭7‬).

Bitter fruit is nasty enough on its own, but when one has worked so hard to plant sweet, healthy vines and gets bad. Well it’s even more egregious! Not to Jesus’ juke us here, but we are so valuable to God, that He gave us His son to live, die and resurrect for our broken lives, our bitter results. While we were yet sinners… (sour, nasty tasting fruit) Christ died for us.

Prayer

Dad,
Wow! Isaiah’s poetic punch is so apropos to our current state of humanity. So much has gone into making us into something that could produce the sweetness of your love, grace and mercy, but our own sin has soured the end results. Even from my perspective of the work that goes into a project to produce good and it makes something bad, is apparent and frustrating. You have done everything to give me the ability to make sweet fruit, and I recognize that I do things that turn my own field (my life) sour! Forgive me. Help me to produce good works, good fruit, even eternal fruit for you. Amen.