A Lesson from Grass in the Cracks

Studies as far back as 2011 have shown and presently; “the proof being in the pudding” that cell phones, amidst other technologies with intentions of furthering social structure and networking, are altering social behavior in ways that would seem counter intuitive. Friends remain on their phones when they are together. Answering a ringing phone at dinner or in a meeting is less likely to be viewed as an interruption (by the answerer) than it was even five years ago. Phones created with the intention of fostering communication now seem to be furthering qualities of poor communication—or in some cases no communication at all.

One major company introduced a few years ago what it referred to as an added functionality for their subscribers. A service they called "Escape-A-Date" allows users to arrange for their cell phone to ring at a specified time. The call then guides the answerer through an automated "escape script" that allows the individual to talk his or her way out of being with the gullible person across the table any longer. The evening comes to an abrupt end as half of the party is seemingly in need of rushing off to tend to business. If the date is going well, the courtesy call is simply not answered.

This added functionality rivals its non-automated partners in crime, "alibi clubs," in which online members enlist one another to create an alibi. One only has to post a request for an alibi, which is then answered and acted out to maintain a facade of innocence. Complete strangers call each other's spouses, bosses, or children, explaining the delay, lessening the disappointment, providing an excuse that allows the one in trouble to go free. Even the most ridiculous scenarios need only the compassion of a fellow stranger to keep the lines of communication "open."

The other day I found an ancient phrase of the psalmist that leaped out at me as I read of all the emerging functionalities that are tempting my life that could wreck havoc or “mayhem” on genuine functionality. I don’t have to look far to discover counterproductive fruit springing up all around me.  It is something like the "grass on a rooftop" the psalmist describes. In psalm 129, the writer is referring to the deceptive or the wicked, those who work against God's kingdom. Crying out to God he asks that they be like "grass on a rooftop," in verses 6 & 7.

I thought that was a quite odd request so I referenced the phrase and learned that the crevices of the flat roofs of Eastern houses grass indeed springs up, seeming almost to boast about its heightened position in rebellious places. In my own experience it seems to be like the tufts of grass that seem to tirelessly fight back to own a place in the cracks of me rock walk from the parking area to the front porch here at Quiet Rest, grass on the rooftop stubbornly declares its existence and demands attention, lest the roof itself be damaged. Still, why would anyone ask God to make his enemies like the annoying grass with which he unremittingly fights each year? The conclusions seem almost disheartening. Will the corruption and counter production that endlessly springs forth in the crevices of society ever cease? Will the deception and wickedness that grows like weeds not be stopped?  

The psalmist's colorful description reminds me that, for now, it will likely not be stopped. But in the image of grass upon a roof, I’m thinking, the psalmist elicits my sight and prayer — these enemies and their schemes that threaten in a less glamorous light. "May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown, ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder."

Am I so simpleminded to believe that the weeds of certain corruption will remain, but like grass on a rooftop it will never be grass as it was intended, or even as it might hope. Am I so full of naivety to think that communication spoken through alibi clubs and escape scripts is not communication and eventually will bear its counterproductive fruit. Grass on a rooftop cannot fill the reapers' hands, nor can it fill the gatherers' arms. It may boast in its elevated position and rebellious standing, but having shallow roots and nowhere to grow, it cannot remain standing for long. It bears no fulfillment, nothing to cut or to carry, nothing for the hand to grasp, nothing that will last.

In the words of the Count of Monte Cristo, woe therefore "wait and hope." "For until the day comes when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these words: Wait and hope." So, for me as a Christian I commit to waiting for the coming kingdom in its fullness and take hope in its signs in these the last day of my world, today. And when I pray, I pray that those who work against the kingdom of God in whatever capacity shall be like grass on a rooftop, until the day when weeds and tears shall be no more.