There is that wonderful story, one of that small set that stick out like a sore thumb, of Jesus cursing a tree.
It was so out of the ordinary, it’s not surprising it got remembered and made it into the record of his earthly life.
Today has been, for me, a day when some things have taken a lot longer than expected, mainly because equipment (machines) just wouldn’t do what they were supposed to. A simple request, followed by the pleasing sound of obedient compliance, was reached only after much trial and maintenance. Why that bugs me so I can’t say, but it does.
Was Jesus bugged by the fact the tree hadn’t produced the goods, and was therefore useless?
He does tell a story of a duff tree, but that story had someone who pleaded for the tree, to give it three years of loving care, as a last chance, before the chop.
We, actually, are not great trees, but Jesus, in three days, achieved an amazing feat of loving care that rescues us from the chop. Souped-up write-offs. What a strange thing to build a church with…