A little while back, Dan and I were asked to lead worship at a gathering of emerging church leaders.
Part of what we did involved each person meditating on a tiny new plant in a little yellow pot - the point was to prompt reflection on the fragility of our own faith in God, and also the fragility of the communities that we each represented.
Anyway, I'd bought forty-ish plants and after people had taken them away at the end, I had a few left-overs.
If you were one of the guys who took a plant away - I hope it hasn't died.
My leftovers are thriving, with next to no attention from me - but plenty from God in the form of sunlight and rain.
The plants are still speaking to me (from the middle of a table in our garden) about my fragile faith in God, and the fragile community that we are part of growing here in Gloucester.
When all's said and done, it's God that nutures and develops both of these things. this is his job from start to finish - just as well really...
2 comments:
Good to see the photo of them! Mine is sitting on a sunny kitchen shelf (no garden) and thriving too. And whenever I look at it, it prompts similar thoughts in me too... And it's always good to know that we're all connected by that. I know it's only a symbol - but hey it's a good one...
Oh, I'm so glad they are flourishing. I found them very moving at Be Still
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