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Fig Monday

by Susan Cowger 8 Comments

Monday of Holy Week–some have called it Fig Monday because it is the day Jesus cursed a fig tree. Jesus was hungry.The tree had no fruit. Jesus cursed it. The tree died in short order.

The story is somewhat perplexing because Jesus’ curse seems like a random act of anger–come on, it was not the season for figs.

Turns out that the fig tree has two “fruits” that may be eaten. It was not the season for actual figs, but it was the time of year that one might find the precusor of the fruit, which is also eaten.

So facts are facts. The tree had no precursors. So He cursed it. Kind of puts a point on living a fruitful life doesn’t it…..(?!)

Align Center

Leave no waste as fruit
Justice mingles with hunger
Shadows cross cursings

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April 7, 2009 , cursing, fig, tree Blog

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  1. Charles Fishburn says

    April 8, 2009 at 2:52 am

    This is a day late, but I was working last night and totally forgot to post something:

    excoriated
    roadside fig disappointed
    may I bear much fruit

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  2. Pig Woman says

    April 8, 2009 at 12:26 am

    Have you ever noticed that Jesus “answered” that fig tree? You don’t usually answer unless someone (or something?) speaks first. hmmmmm. And you don’t usually answer something that can’t hear. hmmmm. I don’t have this one quite figgered out yet.

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  3. Susan Cowger says

    April 7, 2009 at 7:36 pm

    YAY! she did it! Tattoo Girl–awesome1

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  4. Craig and Bethany says

    April 7, 2009 at 6:07 pm

    Tattoo Girl, love it! MORE, more, more!

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  5. Tattoo Girl says

    April 7, 2009 at 2:30 pm

    Dark shadows trailing
    Nips at ankles, trips each step
    Demands “Look at me.”

    Prevail.

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  6. Susan Cowger says

    April 7, 2009 at 6:31 am

    I suppose, like the love poem, that striving after love is not the point. As soon as it becomes about seeking love, you are not loving. The point is being a tree where fruit naturally apppears.

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  7. Craig and Bethany says

    April 7, 2009 at 5:19 am

    Oh, and fruit? Can’t control what you produce – all reproduce after like kind. I guess then the mystery is how to become the very fruit you want to produce. A conundrum.

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  8. Craig and Bethany says

    April 7, 2009 at 5:17 am

    swish me bigger, up
    up so high, azure fulcrum
    steel my wayward swing

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