“I just love this place,” said Dorothy, gazing at the garden courtyard between our church sanctuary and fellowship hall---a lovely garden in any season, but especially now, in mid-August.
We asked D. and others who month after month tend the grounds,
clean the kitchen, pressure-wash, scrub, organize the storage rooms, fix the
drains, paint, unclog pipes, run Cat5 cables, install energy-efficiency
systems, replace toilet seats, de-moss the roof, bring tractors and garden
tools and even a fire truck (water power there)... a lot of work, after all…
…why
do you do it?...
We were hoping for some profound “spiritual statement!”
Maybe we have a poet or at least a budding prose person in our congregation
that we’d just never noticed? Possibly…??
Nah... The answers ranged from “nothing else better to
do with my day,” to “I don’t see a lot of money around to hire somebody”, to “I
don’t have a lot of talents, but this is something I can do”… OK, but hardly
poetry!! We think maybe folks are just shy, though, about getting a little too
touchy-feely!Oh sure, there’s the camaraderie, pride in personal skills, and occasional donuts, but we suspect gratitude is the one of the real reasons why we “tend the garden.” We’re grateful to be part of an open, welcoming community. We love the beauty and just plain comfortableness of this spiritual “home.”
These grounds—our “garden”—are a sacred place for us, humble as they are--- and as we are---no matter our lack of articulation!
We can be assured we’re on good footing here with our modest efforts because the “garden” as a metaphor appears frequently in the Bible, beginning with the Garden of Eden in Genesis.
We did a little searching on the Oremus Bible Browser site (http://www.devotions.net/bible/00bible.htm) and found so many really inspiring and beautiful instances. Without citing every reference (you can easily look them up for yourself), we found the garden as a metaphor for perfect harmony, for well-watered places and souls, for goodness and abundance—the opposite of “waste places.” Jesus used the metaphor of the garden in his parables, and at his last, prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane.
And in John 20:15, we read that Jesus appeared to Mary Magdalene in a garden, where she mistook him for a gardener. And just occasionally we sing “her” hymn—old and sentimental, but judging from the number of YouTube hits, still loved: “I come to the garden alone...”
Marilynne Robinson, in her best-selling novel Home, has her character, Glory, say, as she remembers her father telling her years earlier: “God does not need our worship. We worship to enlarge our sense of the holy, so that we can feel and know the presence of the Lord, who is with us always.” *
As we worship in our sanctuary, with the modest but lovely courtyard and the surrounding landscape encircling the sanctuary (and us) in natural beauty, we’re grateful for the place itself, and for the “presence of the lord” made a little larger, sharper, and fresher by the Bible readings, prayers, hymns, thoughtful articulations from Pastor Marilyn, and the community of fellow worshippers.
Of course, we are all, every one of us, always at home in the presence of the Lord anywhere in all of creation, but we are human, after all, and a special physical space set aside just feels right. And, how could we be welcoming if we didn’t have a place to gather and invite folks into…?
And so, although it’s way far from the glories of, say, the Butchart Gardens, we maintain our “home place,” as best we can, with our rakes, clippers, paint brushes, help from Scouts, tractors, Janicki’s huge machines…with working water and efficient electrical systems, computers, fresh paint, clean kitchen, lovely plants, and we mustn’t forget the fire truck!
*Robinson, Marilynne. Home. 2008, p 110.
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| Marilyn is our consummate gardener |
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| Rich pressure washes---sorry, spiders, about disturbing you, but... |
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| Thank you, Janicki's, for the REALLY BIG STUFF |
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| Jan and his fire truck---don't ask! We're almost sure he did NOT steal it. And with Joyce there to supervise, all will be well. Jan uses its pressure to flush out the water pipes. |
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| Dorothy, our gardening inspiration! |
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| Don takes on the drains...it's going to rain again soon, for sure... |
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| Dale is determined to find that water pipe. It's gotta be here somewhere! |
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| Becky, our artist, just loves to paint---artistically or as a worker bee! |
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