By Its Roots, We Understand

Years ago I watched a new waterline being installed down my hometown neighborhood street. Along the whole street, about 10’ off the curb, was lined with pine trees. The waterline was installed about 5’ off the curb, about 4’deep.

Last time I was back there, I again drove down that street to reminisce and noticed the pines that lined the street were half dead, on the curb side.

Remembering the waterline ditch, I understand.

I used to be in the habit of thinking I was a good judge of character after an initial conversation with someone. After all, “out of the mouth, the heart speaks”, I used to say. Now, I wonder how many missed friendships I let pass by, due to that habit.

I was not a “good judge”.

I heard a preacher once say, “A tree is known by its fruit, but by its roots…we understand.” When I take the time to really get to know someone (their past experiences, how they were raised, the scars they bear), almost ALWAYS, I now understand why they think and behave the way they do.

We never know the history, the back story, the roots of another person until we become their friend. So now, I do my best to accept others where they are in life…and not let a new friendship pass me by.

I understand.

Luke 10:29-37. “Who is my neighbor?”