No Roots, No Fruits

By Their Fruit You Shall Judge Them, by Mark Ambrose

Hard words, Lord Christ! For what good fruits bear I?

For all your care and tending, what my yield?


You gave me to a garden well concealed


and watered me from fountains set on high;

you fertilized me with a wondrous food

and sent a Wind to strengthen and make straight.

How patiently you prune and pollinate

with an expert arborist’s solicitude.

And still my good works fall to earth unfinished,

my produce often stunted, bruised, or dented,

the rot upon my nature’s root augmented

by blights I brought and beauties I diminished.

God grant when I know others by their fruits,

I also recollect how weak their roots.

Fruits stem from roots.  Mission stems from conversion. Conversion begins with an encounter with Jesus, who is alive, through the Holy Spirit, who is power! But, it does not end there – it is a never-ending, lifelong process. The roots must entrench deeper and deeper. May we let God bury our roots beyond our sight into the only good soil: Himself. Then – and only then – will we, without doubt, bear fruit for the Kingdom.

Joey McCoy

Joey McCoy

Joey McCoy is a medical student at the University of Michigan. He enjoys hot water, Josef Pieper, the sound of waves, and anything pertaining to Evangelization.
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