In the Garden of Eden, it was not a problem being noticed. I was creeping on the ground but no one trampled on me. I was valued just like anybody else. It never mattered whether one was high or low. The fruit that I was producing was being noticed, utilised and appreciated. The First Couple could stoop and pick what I had to offer. But this was until the Deceiver conceived deception which he made the First Couple receive with curiosity.
One mid-day, the Deceiver came and pointed the couple up a tree.
“Have you people considered the fruit high on the tree?” He greeted them.
“But that fruit is too high and out of reach for us”, the lady of the Garden responded.
“If you can’t reach it, how then will you be rich in knowledge”? He challenged them and offered, “I will help you reach it”.
The Lady of the Garden who had just assumed the Public Relations portfolio tried to put up a defence. Her parlance, however, was not pensive enough to show their resolve not to indulge. The Deceiver noticed this and pressed on,
“Things higher up will get you high”.
They succumbed. Since then, mankind has had his focus on “high things”. They forgot that even some of us who are tender and at the base have something to offer.
“How will they see my fruit if it is not lifted off the surface? I cried to the One who made me the way I am.
Left on my own, I can only creep. I have so much to offer but who will see them at the base? The fruit I was designed to produce was meant to be utilised. It is frustrating giving when no one is taking.
Men are proud. They have their eyes set on things that are already highly placed. They will never know what they are trampling on.
I am weak. I can’t reach the peak. If only I could reach the limelight, I could bring to light the fruit that I was assigned to produce.
I can’t stand on my own. I don’t need a rummaging elephant to cause me untold damage. The carnage of a small fox is rough enough to ruin me.
When the floods come, I can’t survive because I am vulnerable. At one time, I was overwhelmed by floods. But when I thought I was drowning, it turned out to be my moment of crowning. How did it happen?
The One who came down did so in order that I don’t drown. He accepted to provide a support. I climbed on and twined my arms around Him. Because of this, I have been able to hang my fruit in the eyes of the world to see. They have picked and enjoyed the succulent sap in my fruit. The mistake they make though is that they think I am at the top “by factory settings”. Attempts to point to them that there are better things at the base where I have my root is as difficult as trying to cut a huge tree using a razor blade.
And now, if you didn’t know who has been speaking, let me introduce myself.
My name is Vine and my fruit is called grape. The Dictionary.com defines me as “A weak-stemmed plant that derives its support from climbing, twining, or creeping along a surface”
More often my name is pluralized as “Vines”. The reason is that I rarely exist alone. I thrive in a congregation.
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