Vineyard

I was reflecting the other day on this

"and cut out a wine press as well" Isaiah 5:26

In this song spoken about in Isaiah the Lord speaks to His vineyard. In this vineyard of choice vine and well toiled soil the Lord cut out a wine press. The purpose of a wine press is to squeeze the juice out of the grape. When I read this I thought how interesting it is that the Lord had put a wine press in his vineyard. I thought why if the grapes are choice, but I guess that is the only way you get the juice out of the grape no matter how good the crop. When reflecting on this I was allowed to understand the reason for the wine press is because God will see our character in what we produce. A good vine yields good fruit that is why Jesus tell us to cling to Him the good vine. And a good grape will yield good wine. But more than that it illustrates that even when God was forming His vineyard he knew he would have to squeeze them . NO matter how perfect the grape in order to make the final product the grape has to be squeezed. We have to be squeezed. The father has provided us with the toiled soil and the perfect vine. As we abide in that vine we are made perfect. But we still must be pressed. As the text says we are pressed but no destroyed. The Lord has always intends to test our character to see what we are made of. The tests and trials are just the pressure of the press making us into our final product. We were not planted in God's vineyard to become only grapes, but to be transformed into our final state. To be made into a wine worthy of its presence at the lord's table. And to become this we can only do so through pressure and even pain, but as we are squeezed we are formed and transformed to something more than a bunch of grapes now we are wine. We are no longer one, no longer are we held together by a bundle but we are one. One gift. One perfect offering to the Lord worth of presentation at His table. Worthy to be a key part of the celebration feast. May the Lord's wine press be constantly full of choice grapes and may its pressure form us as one that we maybe the final product we have always been intended to be.