Pretty much anything used to make plants grow is disgusting. To sanitize a bumper sticker sentiment--Fertilizer Happens. Christians may flourish in happy, sunny times, but what drives our roots deep and hopeful tendrils to reach for the sun is the messy stuff. Consecration through compost. Lately, we have been hip deep in fertilizer at my house and I am latched onto Jesus like a starving leech. By now Reed and I should be the rhubarb of spiritual growth. Yet the hard things happening in our lives are not nearly as nasty or toxic as the stuff that makes plants grow. So when life stinks, fruitfulness can't be far behind. Grow, reach towards the Son.
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