Psalm 51:1-18, 69:1-23
Lam. 1:1-2,6-12
I shall miss my fig tree. I enjoyed the occasional fig early when I won the race against the mocking birds to the green gems. In my rush to win the fig I usually ate the fig way before it was at its succulent best. Jesus seemed to have a similar problem - no ripe figs. The poor fig tree gets withered. This seems to be a very human reaction. When things go wrong we swear and curse and call damnation on the offence be it person or object, irrespective of whether our reaction is reasonable.
It seems as if Jesus was human too. Poor old fig tree.
Perhaps I need to be more sincere and genuine in my reactions.
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