Friday, March 04, 2011

Scripture Saturday--The Parable of the Fig Tree

In Friday's Gospel, Jesus and His disciples were traveling from Bethany to Jerusalem and see a fig tree "in leaf".  The tree looks healthy, and, being hungry, Jesus walks up to it to see if there were figs there.  When none are found, Jesus curses the fig tree, which the disciples later notice, withers away "to the roots".

Are we like the fig tree--showy and in full leaf so that at a distance we look the part, but upon closer inspection, just as "fruitless" as those persons whom we despise as being evil and "less than"?  Do we make sure to have all the outward trappings of virtue and faith, only to treat others as badly as we ourselves feel that we are treated by them?

In reply to the disciples' amazement at the withering of the fig tree, Jesus does not give them a list of things to do in order to be fruitful.  Instead, he tells them to forgive whatever you have against anyone.  *That* is what it is to begin to bear fruit.

Love as Jesus loved.

3 comments:

TACParent said...

Forgiveness is so important. Holding resentment is very toxic and it surely does not affect the person who you perceived as hurting you. If anything, it holds you in a trap.

evanscove said...

I had never thought of the fig tree example in that way, but I suppose it's applicable. We must bear spiritual fruit, or else we will prove just as useless as that fig tree and fall out of God's favor.

Not always easy to do, especially when it comes to forgiving those who wrong us, but it's imperative if we truly wish to follow Christ.

Evan

Dymphna said...

Good point, T. It really doesn't "even the score" and only hurts us.

Forgiving is hard but necessary.

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