“I am the vine, you the branches: he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same beareth much fruit: for without me you can do nothing.”
And this vine bears the only life-giving nourishment for the spirit or soul, because all other dead or dying vines bear rotten, decayed fruit that feed the empty carcasses filled with the maggots and worms of destruction and death.
These branches grow strong and spread from this vine supporting the fruitfulness of good labor. They take root and hold fast to the Truth, always taking strength from the vine that yet thrives amid even the worst conditions. Forever displaying a unity of purpose and service to the vine, the branches produce much good and the fruit of their labor is seen.
There are many branches among this vine, some small, some large, but all belong in equal measure. From least to the greatest, the vine sustains itself and its members as one. Where there appear to be separate components, the Truth remains they are enjoined.
The roots go deep, so deep they cannot be uprooted.
The vine survives each season, and its branches do so likewise. It does not perish with environmental factors, and it overcomes all pestilence and drought. It rebounds from darkness into light with the rise of each new day, as though the night serves its purpose without question.
With each new branch added to its members, we see this vine climb higher and higher until it towers far above the world. And we rise to new heights along with the vine, as together we grow stronger, spreading the fruitful goodness of our labor to a languishing world in need of the life-giving sustenance provided by the vine.
