God and Kisses of the Bramble
Lord God and the lesson of the Bramble, Kiss of death, tear of the heart, a grasping for life, the kiss of the bramble will bring delusion and with it death.
By the Watchman
Dana G Smith
Watchman Expose Nwsltr #110611
Keywords: God, Lord, Jesus, Christ, Son, bramble, nations, churches, faith, disciple
God and Kisses of the Bramble, is a lesson to learn, an understanding to be knowledgeable about.
Psa 2:10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
Psa 2:11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Psa 2:12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
The Lord God has allowed man to choose. Even in this choosing, the Lord God loves us. As we consider his omnipotence in our affairs, let us consider the bramble. For this newsletter, the bramble will be a metaphor and a type. The bramble is defined as “any variety of rough thorny shrub or vine.” This defines many a bush that is pushed about by our winds here in Wyoming. Many of these have short stout thorns that when you try to pick them up can hurt. Many years ago as a young man hunting near our family farm in Riverview we had many such brambles. These became nests of places where rodents, rabbits, and even deer [if the bramble were large enough] would hide out.
I remember many a time trying to peak through the gun sight into the myriad of brambles and thorns to find a target. Most of the time these nests were natural habitats that protected wildlife from game hunters. Even a good dog might have a tough time going up against wild game in such close quarters. In short the bramble and its kiss was something that you never forgot.
The only good method to remove these nests of thorns and hard vines and shrubs was with gloves. The only method to dispose of them was by fire. In a short time the dry brittle, thorny nests would be roaring and very hot. But in a very little while the fire died down. The trouble was the fuel was not a hard wood or coal to burn hot BTU’s but dry stuff that was virtually no good. These were the offspring of the summers weeds and shrubs that would dry up and end their life as tumble weeds on the prairies of Wyoming. They bore no fruit, were not green, were not lush, provided no useful human help whatsoever to the landscape. Nevertheless, in the wild domain these provided shelter to the wildlife, and I might add a momentary shelter at that. They did not make good long term shelter except to a few small rodents.