There is a version of my father that exists on paper. It lists the facts of him the way facts do, accurately and without warmth. This is not that version. This is the one where he drove a demon out of his daughter’s house without flinching, opened his blue eyes one last time for her and nobody else, and taught her without ever once saying so that love is not a feeling you manage. It is a decision you make and keep making. I learned that in five days in July. I have never loved any other way since.
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Verse & Vision | May 29, 2026
The night before the crucifixion, Jesus told His disciples: I am the vine, you are the branches, and My Father is the gardener. What follows is not a threat. It is a description of how a vineyard works, offered by someone who knew His listeners understood pruning – and what a skilled gardener does to keep something alive and fruitful. The word translated “cuts off” can also mean “lifts up.” The word translated “prunes” shares its root with the word for clean. Today we look at what this passage actually says about loss, preparation, and the Gardener who always knows what He is doing.