Burning Grass

When I first walked outside and saw this fresh black coat I thought. Hmm. It looks like nice smooth area of the rubber in astrograss. That's pretty.... wait... that's supposed to be grass! As I got closer I saw that it was grass...but burnt.

The next day I walked to my office to see this sight:


The workers at school were setting all the grass on fire. All the grass. It wasn't by rebellion or frustration. It was very controlled as they stomped out the grass near the bushes and threw buckets of water near to prevent it from coming any further.


The fire swept through the different areas but not out of control. It's odd but only a few things are out of reach.


It's interesting to see fire sweep through a campus intentionally controlled. Some people say that its so that the grass will grow back and give it nutrients. Others told me it was to kill the insects that are in the grass. I dont know.

When we said and asked for the campus to be set on fire... I'm pretty sure this isn't what we had in mind.


Yet, I will take it. From the brokenness comes beauty. From the ashes rises restoration. Out of death comes life. Like a kernel of wheat that falls to the ground it must die otherwise it will just be a single seed. If it dies then it will produce many seeds.

So on our campus we're left with black grass temporarily while we wait new green grass to come in thicker and show growth. We're in a time of dying waiting for the life to burst forth producing more and more seeds. There's always more to come. After every winter there comes Spring. The longer the winter the more glorious the Spring comes.


To end I'll leave you with a quote that I found by J.R.R. Tolkien found twice in his LOTR series. I'm not sure exactly what it means. But this late at night, it's intriguing and possibly applicable.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.