Seriously who would take a picture of a dead nettle and put it on a blog? Dead nettles are a weed; they have no socially redeeming value. Yet, they remind me that most likely the only way I am going to get to heaven is to die. I want to go to heaven and it’s okay to die as long as I can pick when and how. Particularly, I want to die pain-free.
Somehow, I don’t think when and how I die are going to be my choice. Perhaps I really do have to live every day as if it is my last; to live every day ready to die.
The prophet Zephaniah (2:8-11) wrote about nettles in his prophecy against Moab and Ammon. Did you know that the Moabites and Ammonites were descendents of Lot’s incestuous relationships with his two daughters?
Copyright: Carolyn A. Roth, 10/13
