Obviously, we use a yard scene as our masthead on this blog, and our upcoming book is called Blooming Idiots. We draw examples from our amateur gardening efforts to express how care giving itself is a learn as you go, trial and error process. It goes better if we can laugh at ourselves and if we reach out for help, even (maybe especially) divine help.
In the course of daily prayers a traditional Christian hymn came up. The last verse might have to be recognized as our Blooming Idiots anthem,
There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.
- Every plant and flower can communicate glory, the weed just as much as the rose. Jesus used pretty and pesky plants alike in his teaching stories. Our care giving successes and failures are not two stories, but one.
- Just when life seems sunny, storm clouds gather. Yet even these have place and purpose because we are ever in God’s care. Sometimes care giving stinks, yet we have faith that we are in the care of the One who goes with us into every situation, especially the ones that seem fruitless.
By the way, here’s a guy playing the hymn tune on an organ. You can at least feel a bit churchy if you didn’t make it to church,