The Fruit Bearer

I had a great conversation with an old friend a few weeks ago. We talked about this idea, this dream, of learning to be comfortable with who we are. Accepting our gifts and acknowledging our vices. What does it mean to be human? How do we walk the fine line between narcissism and self-hate? And even more confusing, reaching out to grasp the hand of God; what does that look like? How do we walk like Him? How do we take on His identity? How can we grasp the fruit of the Spirit which God offers to us?

He left the conversation with an analogy that has haunted me ever since. He likened Jesus to The Bearer of the Fruit of the Spirit. Because of His sacrifice, we can pick fruit from the tree of life; We can eat of His flesh, and partake of His nectar. We can drink in life. So I have more questions now than I did before; and that’s a good thing!