When God promised the Jews a new land, he said it would be a land filled with (among other things) pomegranates! (Dt 8:8). And when the Jews complained about the circumstances in which they found themselves, right there at the top of their list of grievances was lack of pomegranates. Why have you brought us up out Egypt, only to to bring us to this wretched placed? It is not a place for grain nor figs nor pomegranates! And there is no water to drink! (Nu 20:5)
I grew up in Pennsylvania, and I'm not saying it was a bad place, but there were no pomegranates there. They had to be imported, and from the first time Dad brought one home, I assumed that the land that produced this wondrous fruit was both exotic and blessed.
To have my very own pomegranate tree is a wealth that I thought I would never have. But in front of my house is indeed a pomegranate tree. And for that alone I would be grateful, but there's more!
It is pomegranate season. The fruits of summer are gone, and the oranges and lemons are still maybe six weeks from ripe; the pomegranates, however, have come to term. This means most of my clothes will now be stained red, there will be spatters of pomegranate juice on the kitchen counters and walls, and soon there will be jars of pomegranate jelly to put on the shelves with the recently made pineapple jelly.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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