Between reading Hebrews 11 for my NT class and The Chronicles of Narnia for our book group, I’m swimming in images of faith and fantasy, at its best. After lunching and listening today with women from Gordon-Conwell Women’s Council, I’m feeling I’ve been to a spa for the soul.
Just what I needed on a day with wind and rain slapping me around, demonstrating Winter’s reluctance to back off. There’s talk of a warming trend. I’ll believe it when I feel it.
Which is the opposite of faith and one of the missions of fantasy, to nudge us to believe without seeing or waiting to feel.
Today’s speaker, Dr. Susan Currie, took us down a garden path with God as Gardener. It wasn’t a new analogy. Just go back to The Garden in Genesis 1, Christ as The Vine, in John 5. What was new was the faith-filled woman delivering the message. Susan tip-toed into the garden of my soul, unwilling to trample even a weed, of which I have many.
Susan slipped sunshine into this dreary day through truth and a quiet spirit. ” Good to be reminded seasons serve a purpose, as does manure. Good to remember to Trust God, the Gardener, when nothing seems to be happening beneath or above the surface in landscape or our lives.”
After Jud died and at various times, I’ve felt dug up, plowed under, pruned for what good purpose? Left feeling I’d landed in Narnia, under winter’s curse, “Always winter and never Christmas; think of that.” (Mr.Tumnus to Lucy in C.S.Lewis The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe)
Winter doesn’t last. God comes, like today with Susan tending the garden of my soul, like preparing for tonight’s class, studying God’s Hall of Faith in Hebrews 11, rereading a note in my Bible’s margin, “Jesus, please help me and our family. 12/16/14” and remembering how He has.
“We’re not quitters…The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what can’t be seen.”(Hebrews 10/11 The Message)
Today, after having spent time in God’s garden, faith’s handle resembles a hoe. Leaning on it, I start believing something Good just might be happening under all that dirt.
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