Where I grew up there was a pine tree that stood on a mountain ridge. It bent to about a 90 degree angel. Some of its branches nearly touched the ground. The force of the wind on that ridge bent the true.
It was a tree with real character it had stood the wind and was still alive. A reminder of the forces that drive the mountains. Seeds from the tree blew aloft in the wind and new trees were planted.
Just yards down the hill side from the ridge trees grew that stood high pointed upward. They had no wind to face. The didn’t have the rocky soil to toil in. They were safe.
I have always longed to be the tree on the ridge. But often i have chosen the hillside without the wind. It is such a hassle. And the ground is so free of stones. The friendly company is so great. No misunderstands you and you rarely have to go without.
But I long for the ridge. I long to see the seed of the kingdom boosted up through the air by the Holy Spirit. I have noted that often very effective people seem a little odd. Eccentric is the word we usually use. Teh force of the winds at those higher levels bends a life.
