Epilogue for "the fig tree withered": a new name for a new stage

The Fig Tree Withers (from Matthew 21)

¹⁸Early in the morning, as he was on his way back to the city, he was hungry.¹⁹Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, "May you never bear fruit again!" Immediately the tree withered.

²⁰When the disciples saw this, they were amazed. "How did the fig tree wither so quickly?" they asked.

²¹Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done. ²²If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer."

I have decided to rename my blog to reflect more of what I'm going through, but first, I'd like to write an epilogue for "the fig tree withered."

When blogs first became popular, I shunned the idea of sharing all my private thoughts and ideas on such a public forum. But there were a few blogs of note that stuck out to me. These blogs were of older Christian brothers and sisters--people I highly respected in how they lived their life and shared about God and their experiences and insights. I found that reading their blogs was spiritually refreshing and edifying. So with that purpose in mind, I began "the fig tree withered," as a testimony to how God was working in my life.

As morbid-sounding as a withering fig tree sounds, it is a sharp contrast to what Jesus is teaching His disciples. In this instance, Jesus teaches us that faith is critical to prayer. "If you have faith and do not doubt. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer." These are powerful words. Certainly, there is so much more behind the asking process, but God teaches us how to pray and what to pray for.

When I was a young child, I really wanted a younger sibling. I would beg and beg my mom, but she was adamant about not having another child. I begged to the point of annoying my mother so much that she told me to pray about it. So with the faith of a child, I began praying. Every night before I went to bed, I would ask God to "please give me a brother or sister. Amen."

Through a year's perseverance and the tender belief of my young heart, God changed the hearts of my parents and provided a caregiver (i.e., my grandmother). I still remember the night my mom whispered to me that she was going to have another baby. I remember changing my prayers to the tune of "please protect my baby brother or baby sister and my mom. Amen."

I do believe that fig trees wither. I believe that mountains can be thrown into the sea. I believe that God has mercy on His children. I believe that prayers are still answered when we ask with genuine and pure hearts.

Praise God for withering fig trees!