I have to cram all of my writing into the next minute…my goal was to be in bed by 10PM…not by the church’s standard, but by my standard. Oops…I’m already late. 🙂
I’ve been reading John 15 all week. Today some dots were connected that I found particularly interesting…and painful…but mostly interesting. As you may or may not know, John 15 is about Jesus being the vinedresser. Part of tending to the garden is pruning. I have, in the past, attempted to grow roses. And we grew grapes for a while. When you prune these things, you have to cut off parts that are viable for growth, perhaps parts of the vine or the rosebush that have, in the past, produced good fruit or beautiful roses. For me, it is not when God cuts of the dead or dying stuff that hurts the most. It is when He prunes a part of me that, in its season, produced some of the most beautiful fruit that I’ve ever seen in His life. Giving Him the license (which He already has becasue He is God, after all) is frightening. But, on the other side of the pruning, I understand why I’ve been pruned. Most of the time. Some of the time.
On a lighter note. On the Mount of Transfiguration, how did the disciples know that it was Moses and Elijah with Jesus? They were from different times, so their faces would not be as familiar as the other disciples. There were no cameras, so it would not be the same as if I were to see Billy Graham. I don’t know him, but I’d recognize him if I passed him on the street. So, were Moses and Elijah wearing name tags?
Deneen White 
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