The spiritual discipline… of writing a spiritual discipline… keeps my thoughts turned toward Jesus… His final days… His crucifixion…
Recently… spending a day in the woods… with family… where thorned trees grew… a thought occurred… gather branches… make a crown of thorns…
You know… you really have to want to hurt someone to make such a crown… it cannot be made without hurting yourself…
But as I thought of Jesus… forced to wear the thorns… it dawned on me…
Mankind (how kind are we really…? as a whole…?)… murdered the Son of God… forcing His sinless creation to participate in the process… the creation affected by sin… yet had no sin of its own… all creation afflicted…
Trees with thorns… did they even have thorns before the Fall…? …used to humiliate… torture… their Creator… trunks… of trees… set up… crossed… used to lift Him up with nails…
No wonder creation groans in anticipation of redemption…