There are certain foods that – while you can buy them in a store – my favorite way to eat them is after a treasure hunt. You know, like berry picking. Or pomegranate seeds. Here in Oregon where I live, blackberries literally grow on the side of the road like a weed. Sure, it can be a nuisance to get the roots out if they take hold where you don’t want them, but I usually let some grow along the unplanned edges of my yard, and in mid-to-late summer, the treasure hunt begins. Oh, those blackberries, so sweet, so juicy! By God’s incredible design they don’t all ripen at the same time, so every few days you can go for this treasure hunt and find new ones that are ready to pick. You might see a bush and think, “oh, there are a handful of berries ready.” But then once you get up close and start pushing back the leaves and looking from different angles, soon the handful becomes a bowlful. It always seems the best ones are just out of reach, though. I could get a ladder, but I leave those for the birds. They need to eat too.
This month in my house, the treasure hunt is for pomegranate seeds. Have you ever eaten the arils from a whole pomegranate? A neighbor in Los Angeles had a tree and would let me pick one on occasion, but where I live now we have to pay a hefty price at the grocery store. So it is definitely a special treat. Like blackberries, the crimson arils can stain your fingers, and they take a lot of labor to pluck from the strange interior rind. But there is nothing like a pomegranate! They are just the right balance of sweet and tart, and I am told they also boast numerous health benefits. I think they may be God’s favorite fruit, since he instructed their likeness to be in the temple decor.
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I am sure you will not be surprised to hear that another place I like to go treasure-hunting is in the Scriptures. There are so many verses I have committed to memory (though I am often sadly deficient in knowing the exact chapter and verse). But these words of Christ, and of the prophets, psalmists, and apostles — inspired so long ago by the Holy Spirit — still inspire me today. No matter how many times I have read through the Bible, there is always something to catch my attention, encourage me, or nudge me back into God’s way. Even this morning, as I read Leviticus, which can easily feel repetitive and of no relevance to daily life, I was impressed by exactly what it was Christ did for us. As Hebrews explains, we no longer need a high priest and an animal sacrifice to show repentance and reconciliation with God. Jesus Himself did it all, once and for all, so that all I need do to connect with him is turn my heart. Whether the words are spoken or unspoken, eloquent or disorganized, He knows my heart and loves me despite everything. As surely as the blackberry and pomegranate juice will color my hands red as I enjoy their sweetness, the sweet presence of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit turns the scarlet of my sin and makes me clean. If there is nothing else we are thankful for this season, there is certainly that!