Missing the Son

I stood outside and watched a billow of smoke rise into the air.

Like every other citizen of Glencoe I found myself drawn to it. 

Unlike every other citizen of Glencoe I continued to be drawn to the field for several days after the controlled burned had long been put out and the spectators had long gone home.

I saw something in that burnt mess of a field.

I couldn't pin point what it was.

 

But it lured me in. 

 

 

 

No matter how hard I tried I could not capture what I saw in my mind to translate through my camera.

 

 

 

 I went home frustrated.

 

 

 

 





As I sat down to warm up with a cup of tea I noticed my open bible.

 

Hebrews 6 jumped off the page:  Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that produces a crop useful to those for whom it is farmed receives the blessing of God. But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless and is in danger of being cursed. In the end it will be burned.

 

I had considered lack of sunshine partially responsible for my poor photos.

 

But.............................

 

The picture I tried to capture was impossible.

 

The land had been missing the SON......and in the end was burned.

 

How often am I lured to a burning field? 

 

How often do I miss The Son? 

 

What type of field have I produced? 

 

 One that in the end will be burned?

 or

 

Will I be the field  that will receive the blessing of God?

 

In the end I captured the picture God had in His mind for me to capture.