Julie Lyles Carr: Sunday Selah

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Sunday Selah

Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.
 I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:4&5

Pronounced 'te-wa'.

It's a French term, which can be interpreted as 'sense of place'.

Vintners use the word to explain the variety of flavors that can be contained in the wine they produce.

It turns out that the flavor of grapes can be strongly influenced  by several factors,  the vineyard in which they are planted comprised of more than simple dirt. Say, for example, there is a type of tree growing just adjacent to the vineyard. Aspects of that tree, its fragrance, the flavor of its nuts and leaves, will be imparted to the grapes and ultimately to the wine. Local vegetation, wind direction, length of exposure to sunshine, lower temperatures at night, all of this becomes part of what the root brings to the vine and what the vine brings to the fruit. The result is the flavor and fragrance of terroir, the embodiment in the wine of the place from which it was brought to fruition.

By our fruit, we reveal what we have been rooted in. We give off the flavor of where we are finding our growth, what kind of soil in which we have been planted. If we have tapped into a terroir of selfishness, wrong ambition, self-serving philosophies and the like, the very fruit of our lives will expose it. But if we are rooted in love, with Christ as the vine, our very terroir is God Himself, the beauty and fragrance of all that He is.

I want to be rooted in Him.

I want the light of His glory to ripen the fruit. I want the mountains of faith to be the terrain. I want the rich soil of His love as nourishment. I want His rain of grace to be my very water.

His terroir.

The very fragrance of the Father infused into my veins.  The aroma of His peace my perfume.

The fruit of my life bearing the signature piquancy of  His careful gardening.

By our fruit, we are known.  Others can taste what we have been grounded in.


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