We are like grass

And it is almost Advent again... Is time going faster than before? (Or am I going slower?) The leaves begin to fall from the trees, and I am aware that in many ways, we humans are so fragile. Most trees around us were here before we were born, and they will survive us as well.
What is man? What are we, humans? We are so incredibly subject to time. We are like grass, the Bible says, and in the context of the Middle East, that is even worse than in our wet climate where grass is usually green.

This month we celebrate All Saints, and we commemorate the victims of wars. Worry not, I am not in a morbid mood, rather the opposite. We are fragile, vulnerable, subject to death - but the Word of God stands forever. I am now quoting from St Peter (and he quoted from the prophet Isaiah in his turn). This is what he wrote in 1 Peter 1:23-25:
You have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For,

“All people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord endures forever.”

And this is the word that was preached to you.

It is not hard to believe that we are but grass, perishable. We are confronted with our limited time every day. Our beauty fades. But.... Peter says ‘but’.
The Word of God lasts forever, and this Word was preached to you, and this is like an imperishable seed planted in our fragile life. Jesus Christ has been planted in our life. Our soul has been linked to God, to eternity, to beauty that lasts. And this is our hope.
The clock ticks; the leaves fall; the days darken. But we have an eternal home, a loving Father in heaven, life forevermore, grace upon grace, a joy that nothing can take away.

God bless you; I hope to see you often this month.

Jos Strengholt