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In my devotional reading in Isaiah, the words of Isaiah 40:6-8 registered with me in a way that has not occurred before. I know (and knew) the words well, but there was something that caught my attention in an unusual way. The temporary nature of man is compared to grass. We have been experiencing a withering of the grass due to a lack of rain. Once it rains, however, we know the grass greens up and grows. Yet, that which grows must either be harvested or cut. The cut grass clippings fades away (“eternal death,” we might say), but the harvested life continues. We all grow old and pass away, but when it is time for me to die, the idea of a harvest is much more attractive than the idea of a mowing (cutting). RT

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