Thursday, September 18, 2014

Hoeing Weeds

I have had a substantial garden for over 30 years. You might say at one time we practically had a truck farm, here. It is a lot of work but there is something about taking an area of brush and weeds and through care and cultivation, make the land say vegetables. This is not my concept. Henry David Thoreau in his book Walden tells of the experience of taking a weed patch near his cabin and making it say beans.


And one thing that I have found is that the same moist, fertile, and loamy soil that can grow great vegetables, is an equally great medium to grow weeds. So, a part of gardening is hoeing and pulling weeds, to relieve the competition for space, light, and nutrients from the purposed plants I want to grow and bear fruit.


Life can be like that. We can turn areas of brush and weeds into fertile areas of our lives through cultivation, hoeing and pulling out the competing weeds. Once pulled or hoed, the weeds will try to come back. “The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.” The price of becoming who we are, is perpetual cultivation; hoeing and pulling the weeds of our lives; the doubts, the fears, the indulgences, the weaknesses that crop up, stealing our light, our spirit’s nutrients, and occupying the time and space we would have used for growth.


The scripture says, -----let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily besets us and run the race that is set before us.” (Heb 12:1) Sounds like hoeing weeds to me: Hoeing and pulling from all from our lives that slows our growth from running the race God has set before us.

Friday, September 5, 2014

An Answered Prayer: Nothing I Asked For - Everything I Hoped For

Soldier's Prayer




"I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health, that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.

I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.

I asked for power that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for but got everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

I am, among all people, most richly blessed."

{found on page 536 of The War Between the States}