“All flesh is grass,” Isaiah says. Or God says.

All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
Isaiah 40:6-7

We whither. We fade.

“As summer flowers we fade and die / Fame, youth and beauty hurry by /But life eternal calls to us / At the cross.” **

Yet, look at this purple coneflower hanging out in my garden. Is it so bad to be compared to something like this? Or this 20160805-172726_22hosta blossom?

In one fell swoop, one simple, raw, and natural image, the testimony of Scripture is of both the tender fragility and unspeakable beauty of human life.

** “My Worth Is Not In What I Own”, by Keith and Kristyn Getty and Graham Kendrick