The Willow Tree
I think a parable is like a window; it helps me see out and recognize something that has been blocked from my view. Sometimes a parable is a picture window, wide and deep, giving a far-reaching view into the distance. Sometimes it is a peephole in a condo door, giving a quick peek at what is just beyond.
A parable provides a bridge, a link, a connection to understanding. It enables a leap through the immediate to a reality further away.
Jesus often used parables. He said, “I am the good shepherd”1 and “I am the bread of life.”2 When his people were being arrogant, bossy and cruel, Jesus said, “How often I have longed to gather you together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing.”3
In the summer of 2018 we stayed at a Bed and Breakfast on Pender Island, British Columbia. There was a willow tree in the garden. Could Jesus be like that willow tree?
1 John 10:11
2 John 6:35
3 Matthew 23:37
Under the cascading, leafy boughs of the willow tree,
I will be safe.
See!
The leaves in the breeze beckon me, invite me to sit quietly
and shelter under their rippling foliage.
The willow’s wide embrace calls me to his heart.
His firmly planted trunk promises strong protection
from the harsh hurts and stabbing jabs of the world.
His strength and gentleness generate courage for conflicts to come.
He dispels my fears,
soothes the pain that sears
as I nestle beneath his leafy spears.
Past pain
Covered with present love
Assures me of future good!
by Andrea Kidd
