The world keeps chanting, “You are what you achieve.” Jesus breaks through with a better word: “Come to me, and I will give you rest.”

Fruitless soil cannot save us. Time is mist. The Gardener kneels in mercy, digging deep, calling us to repent, to abide, to bear fruit. The cross has broken the ground—life is planted. The question is not if Christ is working, but if you will yield before the ax is laid to the root.