Saturday, July 7, 2012

Like West Texas Grass

"A voice says, 'Cry out.'
And I said, 'What shall I cry?'
'All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.'"
Isaiah 40:6

The glory of God is everlasting; ours has a shelf life.
That truth escapes us sometimes.  Then, at other moments, we know it painfully well.

In my college years I had a head of hair so thick, birds longed to nest in my manly mane.  That was, of course, forbidden.  But, a curious thing started to happen just after I got married at 22 years young.  It was the recession of 2001.  My hair started thinning, and then portions of my scalp that had never before seen the light of day were abandoned, exposed to the elements.  Today, my hair is altogether endangered.  I've learned to live with it and embrace it, but I know there's no going back.  Those glorious days are behind me.

This is one of the great things about God.  Though our glory fades, He is constant.  We are like West Texas grass, here in June, burnt and brown in July.  Good thing God isn't stingy with His glory.


  1. Keith,
    A great reminder, especially for me today, as I remember losing my dad just 3 months ago. But today he stands in the presence of that glory! I have really enjoyed the blog. Can't wait til you guys get here. Praying for you daily.


    1. Thanks for the prayers, John. Fun to think of those we've lost absolutely enveloped by His glory! Looking forward to joining you all in Lubbock soon.