“Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me.”
I am struck by these verses in John 15 all over again Lord. As I pluck each word carefully from this vine and hold it out to You so that You can open it fresh and pour it into me fresh this morning, I am struck by something new; the idea of abiding and the idea of fruit.
Abide in the Hebrew= to stop (usually over night), to stay permanently; to continue, dwell, endure, lie all night, to lodge this night, to make to murmur, remain, tarry (all night, that night). It can also mean to be obstinate especially in words–to complain!
In the Greek it is men’-o: To stay in a given place, state, relation or expectancy, to continue, dwell, endure, be present, remain, stand, tarry.
This morning after a couple of weeks spent launching the book, launching a website, paypal, new passwords, new computer language which is a foreign language to me, new expectations of getting this thing going, getting it marketed, social networking–whew, my mind is abiding on all of those things, overwhelming me. The battery is out on my computer and it continually beeps a high pitched beep, reminding me, reminding me, reminding me nagging me, nagging me, nagging me. My mind is feeling like that this morning Lord, and abiding seems so far away.
Remind me again, why did You, Lord, write this book? You wrote it to produce Your fruit in the lives of others who are struggling to learn to abide in the midst of a category 5 hurricane in their lives.
What is that “fruit” anyway? It seems that in Genesis, it was fruit of a kind that killed life. It killed Your life in Your beloved creation. You have come that we might have life and have it abundantly; You have come to bring a supernatural joy and peace and love to Your creation and this is the fruit that you are not forbidding us to eat, as in the Garden–this fruit is YOU! It is Your Life! You are pleading with us–Eat this fruit! It is ME, My life pouring into you from the vine in order to give life to others through you.
This morning, though the computer is beeping, I am going to tarry here with you, eating of Your fruit, taking all of my swirling thoughts captive in obedience to You, and You will put those thoughts in order according to Your plan and purpose for this day. I am only going to abide in Your presence, and allow Your fruit to flow unhindered through me to feed other little broken souls.