Summary: “All flesh is grass,” proclaims the Prophet. And like our flesh, the grass is not always coursing with life. Yet, God has promised through His Son, Jesus Christ: “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of My h
“All flesh is grass,” proclaims the Prophet. And like our flesh, the grass is not always coursing with life. When we see a field of grass, we see areas of green beauty, but we also see many brown and brittle blades. We see grass withered and wasted away by the sun’s searing heat. We see the grass that animals have trampled down, foraging for food. And now in the winter, we see the grass frozen by the ice and cold. All flesh is like grass--and that’s not an appealing sight.
Instead of hearing how we are like grass, we’d rather hear that our hearts are pure like the whitest snow. We’d rather hear how marvelous we are. Instead of grass, we’d rather see ourselves as a mighty oak, an example of strength. We’d like to hear how others admire us. But to think of ourselves as grass, what kind of crazy comparison is that?
The truth is that all flesh is like grass. And like the grass, our life here is temporary. Like the grass, which the wind blows, the sun bakes, and the hooves of beasts trample down, our earthly lives are difficult and full of troubles.
We aren’t often strong. We’re not always lovely to be around. And certainly, we’re not pure as the freshly fallen snow. Indeed, our flesh is like the grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of the LORD blows upon it.
This temporary and harsh life teaches us that we don’t have the strength to save ourselves. Does not physical death proclaim this to all? When we see how we really are, we see we are weak, feeble, and infected with sin. Is it not true that our weak works often produce a crop of doubt, despair, and mistakes?
Our weakness and suffering show us that we can’t even control our own surroundings, our own lives. We certainly can’t control other people, although we often try to do that. We often can’t control our circumstances and surroundings.
We are much like the grass, which has no control over its life. Our bodies betray us; they weaken and ache from our fall into sin. Other people distress us. Outside circumstances intrude and turn our plans upside down.
The voice cries in the wilderness, “Prepare the way of the LORD.” Turn away from your constant need to be first, to be the one in control. You are not God, the Lord. You are not even a little god. Repent of your sins against the First Commandment. You are grass. You are a sinner. As the grass wilts and dies, so will your flesh, for the wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23).
With the apostle, we cry out to heaven, “Wretched man that I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24)
“‘Comfort, yes, comfort My people!’ says your God.” The Word of God rings out like a loudspeaker from heaven. He has comfort for His creatures, whose flesh is like the grass. He has hope for those who suffer. He has peace for the frustrated and the distressed. To sinners everywhere, God sends His messengers with His Word of comfort, hope, and peace.