Thursday, August 18, 2011


This week saw the departure of our omnipresent waterer-garden-tender-in-chief, Ben. We will miss his among other things his constant presence, his spontaneous outbursts of songs, humor, detailed cleanings, and knowledgeable gardening. Though Ben is off to his next adventure his presence remains, especially in our garden. We are thankful and wish you well, Ben.

As I was taking my turn watering today, it struck me about gardeners incessant giving away of produce. Please don't get me wrong, gardening is a lot of work. But really we are just helping the plants grow. The food they produce isn't something I made. We tended the beds, we watered, weeded, loved, but the food came from the plant. It is a magical, awesome gift. The produce though I worked for it, it's not mine. I wish we could view every thing from the earth as not our but a sacred gift from the Divine.

1 comment:

  1. This is the second thing this week that's made me think of Oscar Romero's prayer:

    The kingdom is not only beyond our own efforts, it is even beyond our vision.
    We accomplish in our lifetime only a fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s word.
    Nothing that we do is complete.
    The kingdom always lies beyond us.
    No statement says all that could be said.
    No prayer fully expresses our faith.
    No confession brings perfection.
    No pastoral visit brings wholeness.
    No program accomplishes the church’s mission.
    No set of goals includes everything that we are about.
    We all plant the seed that one day will grow.
    We water the seeds already planted, knowing that they hold promise.
    We lay foundations that will need further development.
    We provide yeast that produces efforts far beyond our capabilities.
    We cannot do everything.
    Knowing this enables us to do something, and to do it well.
    Our work may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way.
    Our actions present an opportunity for the Lord’s grace to enter and do the rest.
    We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
    We are the workers, not master builders.
    We are ministers, not messiahs.
    We are prophets of a future not our own.
    By Archbishop Oscar Arnulfo Romero of El Salvador (1917–1980)