Sunday, July 8th,
rights reserved © message by Kris Jackson
ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree,
Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should
obey you" (Luke 17:6)
I'm probably going too far on a Monday, playing
with the English language, but I couldn't help myself. Jesus spoke to the
"sycamine" tree. Why? Because no rooted tree or un-budging problem in your life
will move until you get sick of it. I'm sick'a mine, are you sick'a
yours? James asked, "Is any sick among you? Let him call on the elders of
the church..." (James 5:13,14) That's not talking only of being physically sick.
There are lots of other ways to be sick...sick of debt, sick of loneliness, sick
of the boss, sick of the dirty house, sick and tired of being sick and tired.
We use the word in lots of ways, for instance, a sick mind, sick smell, sick
jokes, or an unproductive acreage as being a sick field. To be sick'a mine
means I've become nauseous, soured, the situation has turned my stomach. That's
the first step in any real change. The alcoholic, dope addict, gambler or cheat
makes no progress until he looks in the mirror and faces himself.
Transformation doesn't begin until he pledges "enough is enough!"
The sick'a mine tree has a deep taproot.
That's why Jesus commanded, "Be thou plucked up by the root..." Unsavory life
issues usually don't develop over a weekend. Addiction and affliction are
deep-rooted things. Strongholds are always long-holds. What began with
an acorn became a sapling before becoming a mature tree. Sins are easiest to
conquer as sprigs. Those sins "which you let remain...shall be pricks in your
eyes, and thorns in your side..." (Numbers 33:55) Moses was speaking of
Canaanites but he could just as easily have been talking about sick'a mine trees
because both wield thorns. Until you get fed up with the little cutting barbs
and jabs you will carry on just as you always have.
Jesus commanded the sycamine tree to "be thou
planted in the sea". Sorry, trees don't grow in the ocean. It's not like Jesus
didn't know that tidbit. The sick'a mine can't set roots in mile-deep
saltwater. The implication is, out of sight, out of mind. Our old sins were
cast "into the depths of the sea" (Micah 7:19). That's a good depository for
old habits, mentalities and attitudes as well. This uprooting and transplanting
is done by simple faith. In the previous verse the apostles asked, "Lord,
increase our faith" (Luke 17:5). On that platform Jesus brought up how to deal
with sycamine trees. Uprooting the negative is not as big of a deal as most
would presume. "If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto
this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up..." Mustard seed faith is stronger than sick'a
mine tree stubbornness. The last line of our text adds that when we issue
that faith command, "...it should obey you". A tree...obey? Yes, even the raw
elements of nature, like winds and waves, or an inanimate object, like a rooted
tree, surrender to the voice of faith. Trees have leaves and cornstalks have ears;
I learned that on the farm. But sick'a mine trees have both leaves and
ears because they hear words spoken with authority and obey the prompts with
promptness. We have to speak to the mountain before it will move. We have to
rebuke the unyielding stronghold. So to close, let me say again, I'm sick'a
mine. The question is, are you sick'a yours? The moment you I
believe the roots will start to pop.