We’ve a bumper crop of acorns this year. I can’t recall an autumn with more. As my dog and I were walking this afternoon I never gave it a thought as we traversed the terrain under a wonderful shady oak. And then it happened. Right on top of my not-protected-by-hair head – kerplunk! I was acorned. It must be the reason we call October Fall.
Acorns are the promise of another generation of oaks. They are heralds of hope as well as a present banquet for our squirrels. One of my favorite authors wrote about acorns. She said, “As surely as the oak is in the acorn so surely is the gift of God in the promise.” When we hold acorns in our hands we hold giant oak trees. When we read “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am” we can start planning on what furniture we want where. John 14.
Just in case I was beginning to forget I got hit on the head this afternoon by a promise. I can start planning my heavenly library. It’s real. It’s mine. My name is engraved on the bottom right hand corner of all the book covers. They are mine. I have the bump on the top of my head to prove it.
What’s your acorn? What’s your promise? Could it be John 3:16, I Thessalonians 4 or I Corinthians 15? Actually the Bible contains a bumper crop of promises.