I love olives. I love the Psalms. Well . . . some of them . . . some times. Partly. Like the Psalm that greeted me this morning at the cabin far from the news.
Old olive tree in Karystos, Euboia, Greece
Maybe you’ll like it too.
Why do you boast of evil, you mighty man?
Why do you boast all day long,
you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God?
Your tongue plots destruction;
it is like a sharpened razor,
you who practice deceit.
You love evil rather than good,
falsehood rather than speaking the truth;
You love every harmful word,
O you deceitful tongue!
Surely God will bring you
down to everlasting ruin:
He will snatch you up and
tear you from your tent:
He will uproot you from
the land of the living.
The righteous will see and fear;
they will laugh at him, saying
“Here now is the man
who did not make God his stronghold
but trusted in his wealth
and grew strong by
But I am like an olive tree
flourishing in the house of God . . . .
(Psalm 52:1-8a, NIV)
I am not righteous. But I do fear.
I just want to be an olive tree. Like the olive tree that produced the twig the dove brought back to the ark signaling to Noah that the flood was over.
- Gordon C. Stewart, truck stop near cabin in northern MN, November 3, 2017.