Roots to the grave...

As I was running home today, I was passing St. Louis cemetery on Esplanade. The majority of my run is on Esplanade --- a beautiful street with beautifully decorated homes. There are no two same homes...each individual, unique, and beautiful. I pass the usual few outdoor eateries, Cafe Degas, Lolas, Sante Fe, and a few others. (I have YET to try any of these restaurants. )

And so, on my way back home -- I noticed these roots on the ground.. so beautifully intricately mapped out. I HAD to stop and take a moment to appreciate this.. For more reasons than one, I just had to recognize this masterpiece, for its intricacy, its presence, and its age. I stood for a few good moments and had a beginning to end conversation of where our roots stem from to where we lay when our lives on earth ends. Ironically, the roots of this glamorous tree were in the sidewalks of the St. Louis cemetery.

It was a profound, yet, to the point statement the tree was making... or maybe history was making.

Whoever had planted that tree-- may have had that same thought.. "where our roots grow strong -- we lay" -- only if that were true.. how often do we CONFORM and easily forget our roots. Our roots, of not just our CULTURE of being from Europe, Africa, Asia, or wherever-- but our ROOTS of our Father.. our FAITH roots.

As I spend time in solitude and prayer.. I will remember the roots of our Father. Not just my korean one.. but the roots stemming back to Christ.. to Adam.. to my Creator.

And as I run by the same roots day by day.. I will strive to know where my roots lay within myself.