The troublemaker in me loves dandelions.
They’re the flower that just won’t quit. You can stomp ‘em and spray ‘em, and pull ‘em up – and they will be back. Most people enjoy the way that they look from a distance. After all, they are about as pretty as mums or any other potted flower. The trouble with dandelions is they won’t stay potted; they won’t stay anywhere. They are rogue-sort-of-flower, going wherever the wind takes them. They aren’t looking for a nice home like a rose would, or a tight knit community like a tulip. They are a free agent looking for a quick spot to rest for a while before they are killed or the spirit takes them off again. This is the problem with dandelions: they move too much and won’t stay put, and so, they must be killed.
The same was true of the early church.
They just would not quit. You could beat ‘em, jail ‘em, and throw them on the cross, and they would not quit. From a distance, they were fine, but wherever the wind of the Spirit took them, they’d proclaim Christ resurrected and that death was beaten. They taught that Jesus God and king and that Caesar was a fake. While the other faiths preferred their own flowerbeds of protection in the emperor’s favor, early Christians risked it all. Blown by the Spirit of God they were hurled across the empire, teaching and preaching and dying. The word “martyr” even means “witness” in Greek. That’s what happens when you witness to God. And every time an early Christian witness was cut down, from that fallen stem would come dozens more of spirit blown people sent in puffs of white onward in God’s mission. And so God’s ministry could not be stopped, much like the dandelions.
So when you see a dandelion, think of the spirit that sends them forth and then take a moment to feel how God is propelling you like so many other wind-blown witnesses before you…