I found God (again) in Agave

The plants limbs stretch out of the earth unruly and wild 

Almost unassuming, but its arms urge you to dig deeper, to experiment 

The Aztecs were a tinkering people, unsettled with the surface level they bend, tear, ferment, and manipulate until they pass Go  

There must be more was their compass

The sweet, silky nectar that oozed from a torn leaf was just the beginning 

With each peeled back layer, an element of God’s character was on display  

Its tough fibers pointed to His protection and provision when you used it as shelter from a storm or paper for a love letter

The antiseptic that lathered beneath the epidermis was a nod to a Healer  

Only a creative mind would think to embed a needle and thread within the succulent’s walls 

And you can’t neglect the mezcal, because I believe God loves a celebration 

Agave is the desert’s prototype for an infomercial, the original all-in-one 

If you consider a product, you must consider its creator - Generous, thoughtful, and trusting of His people to crack the code of this organic labyrinth 

Patient, too, while He watched as they almost unlocked a level to a new property day after day

I can sense the relief in discovering a new material or use case to fulfill a void they had their whole life - and it was right in front of them, waiting for the perfect moment to present itself 

I found God again in Agave not only because it caused me to think of Him, but because it so clearly showed me how much He thought of us