Our yard is especially beautiful this year. The English dogwood is covered in its amazing white blooms and lights up the entire yard. For some reason the rose of Sharon’s are blooming early. Roses are fragrant and multicolored in the beds. But the real prize in the yard is the pomegranate tree. Last year it had one or two blooms but this year it has dozens.
You can’t imagine our excitement when one of the blooms began to form a fruit. We have had the tree for four or so years and seldom seen a blossom much less a fruit. Then a few days after that two more blooms began to form in the top of the tree. The first bloom was way down and every day I went by to check it out. It grew larger and larger. I knew at last that it was a sure thing. We would have at least one pomegranate to taste. Grace and I talked about it just about every day.
Not that we had anything to do with it but we felt a sense of pride in our yard and in that tree. I think the pomegranate on the lower limb took on a life of its own. As the fruit grew larger the limb sagged a bit lower. Pomegranates do get quite large and I wondered if the limb would get the hormone message to thicken up. As you know the cells in the limb can choose to grow longer or thicker. Judging by the early size of the fruit that limb was going to need a little strengthening.
Yesterday I made my daily pass by the roses and other flowers, admiring the beautiful blooms and while looking at a rose I looked ahead to the pomegranate tree. There were a few new blooms up high but something about the tree didn’t look right. I hastened over. The low hanging fruit was missing. Something had picked the fruit before it was ready. Then I looked at the ground. There beneath the limb was a half eaten pomegranate. Large teeth marks had made holes all around the fruit and the covering was gone.
Jonah had nothing on me. Was I angry about the fruit? Yes, I was angry. I was angry at the squirrel. The squirrel destroyed my pomegranate. He didn’t even eat it all. Just messed it up. Just spoiled it. No one can enjoy it now. Rant, rant, rant.
This morning I remember what God said to Jonah. Jonah 4:10-11 “You had compassion on the plant for which you did not work and which you did not cause to grow, which came up overnight and perished overnight.” Woops! Come to think of it all I did was dig a hole and put the tree in it. God made it bloom and God pollinated it and God caused the fruit to grow and God fed one of his creatures. Whose tree is it, anyway?
David said, “The earth is the Lord’s and all it contains.” The tree is his to do with as he pleases. More importantly, I am his to do with as he pleases. That was the lesson Jonah and I both needed to learn. Are you angry about anything?