John 15:1-2
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.”
As I gaze out the windows of our beautiful church I find myself reminded of this verse. My father in heaven is the gardener pruning me, perfecting me, convicting me daily through the Holy Spirit. This scene of Stained glass and vine is so beautiful to me. It's as if I am looking through God's rose colored glasses, an ordinary vine is transformed into art. Art that is climbing our church building, the place where my brothers and sister praise and pray and worship God. This vine is climbing toward the skies, toward heaven. It seems this vine and I have the same goal, but like this vine I still have a long way to go...
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