This noxious plant was
introduced into New Zealand
by immigrants from England
and Scotland,
who, homesick for the sights of the “Old Country” with its neat hedgerows of
gorse resplendent in its tiny yellow flowers in the summer, unwittingly
unleashed an organic curse upon this southern land. Since the middle years of
the 19th century gorse has colonized the islands of New Zealand
with both ease and an apparently unstoppable force. Used by farmers as windbreaks from the very early days of farming, there are now thousands of kilometers of such now unwanted barriers raging across the countryside.
When I was a lad of eight or nine I had a
painful encounter with nature’s barbwire. I had spent much of the day climbing
the hills that form a natural boundary on the southeastern side of the city
where I live. I had strayed far from home, and in the nature of small boys on a
mission, I had lost all track of time. When the lowering sun finally alerted me
to the lateness of the hour I decided that a short cut down into a deep valley
was necessary.
At first the gorse that filled the valley
only slightly impeded my progress and being small and wiry I easily avoided the
worst of the prickly spines. However, I soon encountered the more mature gorse
that formed a wall of dense, almost impenetrable plants, every one of which
seemed to be determined to ensnare me, hopelessly trapping me.
As twilight settled over the valley I began
to fear the worst. After what seemed hours I forced my way clear of this green
hell, only to encounter yet another natural barrier to my homeward progress. A
heard of bellicose heifers, no doubt attracted by my thrashing about, and pitiful cries
for help, had wandered across the paddocks to investigate! I eventually arrived
home, covered in a thousand deep scratches, bloodied, scared and very very
dirty. Less than a week after my
encounter with this nasty foreigner, the entire valley was engulfed in fire,
and the gorse that had seemed so terrible was no more. My parents may have
suspected me being the author of this calamity, but that was one misdemeanor
that I was innocent of.
Since that time I have avoided gorse like
the plague, and even today, whenever I walk the hills, a hundred time saving
shortcuts could never induce me to relive a very painful experience! Lessons that leave a lasting imprint upon
us are often painful, and usually very necessary…We can be alarmingly slow to learn;
sadly we seem destined to repeat many of those lessons innumerable times, until
finally the message sinks in to our cerebral matter!
Sinai Wilderness |
And the LORD said unto Moses, I have
seen this people, and, behold, it is a stiff-necked people. Exodus 32:9
The word translated as stiff-necked is qâsheh pronounced kaw-sheh' and it means, obstinate, stubborn, difficult to control, hardhearted.
The word translated as stiff-necked is qâsheh pronounced kaw-sheh' and it means, obstinate, stubborn, difficult to control, hardhearted.
Our tendency to want to be our own
“masters” and in the words of the old song, “do it my way” has led to more
grief and hardship than almost any other human activity. God is looking for a
people who willingly comply with His will, and walk in faith. Why is this so
difficult?
We still suffer from the same neck problems
that condemned the Israelites to endless circling in the desert; what should
have been a twenty-day march became a burdensome trek that saw a generation
perish on the very borders of the Promised Land. I have watched many brothers
and sisters over the years struggle with their inability to walk as God desires
simply because they want to do “their own thing”. I have struggled with this
myself… and if you are anything like me, you have as well.
Paul said, in his letter to the
Romans… “For therein is the
righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as it is written, the just
shall live by faith”. Romans 1:17
He repeated this idea in Corinthians… “For
we walk by faith, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7
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