Old Fruit Rots
I live by myself, and grocery shopping is hard.
It’s hard for so many reasons. 1. Bags. I have permanent scars on my arms from trying to carry all of my bags from the parking structure to my 2nd floor apartment at one time. 2. Everything is in bulk. Literally everything I eat comes in sets of 300. What am I going to do with 300 anything? The most annoying reason, though, is when I try to eat “healthy” and my fruits and veggies are spoiled. If I buy 5 apples, by the time I get to number 4 there are brown spots, my grapes are now raisins, and my oranges are hard enough to throw at somebody and leave a serious mark.
If I wait too long to use my fruit for its intended purpose, it rots.
Psalm 92:14 says “They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.” If I am to produce fruit in my old age, that means that I’m supposed to be constantly producing. My fruit is not a one-time thing. As a matter of fact, if it is a one-time thing, I am not following the purpose God has for me. I cannot live off my old fruit. I cannot expect what I produced 5 years ago - or even yesterday - to sustain me today.
The worldly purpose of fruit is to be eaten. We eat for sustenance, to stay alive. This is not too much different from the spiritual purpose of the same. The major difference is that the fruit we produce is not for us, but for others. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to eat anybody’s rotten fruit. I also know, though, if I don’t want to eat it, I shouldn’t serve it either. I can’t expect people to continue to eat of the fruits of my labor and I’m taking an extended break.
What I’m really trying to say here is that no matter what, we can never stop working. There is never a time that our purpose should not be put to action. There should never be a moment where we expect our past to speak for our present and future. Yes, our past accomplishments, the fruit we bore, is something to be happy about. But if I am content with what I did, then what am I really doing?
I don’t want to live a wasted life. I also don’t want to believe and expect that what I’ve done so far is enough to stop. If God is continuously providing, sustaining, and making ways, who am I to rest on my laurels?
If anything isn’t used for its intended purpose it goes bad. Metal rusts, machines die, bones brittle, brains forget.
Fruit also has seeds.
Those seeds are there to bring more growth, produce more fruit. Those seeds ensure that life goes on - and that we keep eating. I recognize now that it is time for me to plant those seeds, and produce what I am meant to produce. Purpose is not a one time thing.
What have you produced that is still producing? What have you given that has died? What are you holding on to so tightly that it is now stinking up your life like spoiled milk?
Be new, produce new, and let it grow.