Dry grass

Almost forgot about this.

At church yesterday morning, the sermon was a testimony by one of the parishoners. She talked about Advent, and one of the things she discussed was nests and how they relate. She read part of something written by Joyce Rupp (a nun who has written a few different devotional/study guides). The nest is made up of many different types of materials, and the one that caught me was about dry grass. Here's the bit:

"...the dry grass of our surrenders and daily dyings."

And here's what I wrote in response:

Calls to mind a battle-field littered with bodies, one king surrendering to the other.

Dry grass catches fire so much more easily than wet, living grass.

Set the field on fire, to get rid of those bodies and to prepare the field for new growth.

The new will be healthier, thicker, more impressive, and richer than what came before!