We’ve had our morning exercise. A brisk walk down the road,
picking up litter in one bag, shovelling up horse manure in the other.
The litter went into the bin. Lifeless and decayed, sterile
and unable to nurture or feed anything.
The horse manure went into the vegetable patch. What passed
through the horses and came out as waste is rich in nutrients to boost the
growth of new life, new plants.
In these days of lock down, perhaps many are thinking they are
days like the litter, long and good for nothing but discarding. But they don’t
need to be. They may feel like ****, but there is life and growth in them if
only we allow ourselves to learn lessons and build bridges.
On our walk, we met neighbours who we rarely see. Keeping
our social distance, we caught up with them. Briefly. I was so touched when one
offered to drive to Heathrow if we needed help getting our daughter home. We
hardly know him.
There are green shoots of new life everywhere. Words of
kindness and encouragement. Offers of help and words of hope. Connections being
made online, on the phone, across the garden fence at a safe distance.
Our vegetable garden will look different in a few months’
time. We hope it will be full of fruit and vegetables to feed our bodies. The
wintry garden we are living in during isolation will also look different in a
few months’ time. If we take care to nurture relationships now, they will be
lush and blooming when we can resume social life again. We are already talking
about a neighbourhood BBQ.
Jesus came to give us life in the full. We have yet to experience
the fullness he died to bring us. But just as spring is the season of hope, so
this awful pandemic carries in it the seeds of hope for a more caring, more
connected, less broken world.
In this season of Lent, I am more aware than ever of the
faithful love of Jesus as he headed towards the cross for me. The horrible
cross carried with it seeds of hope and life, as Jesus was fully glorified as
he rose again, triumphant over death and disease. He is still triumphant over
death and disease, even in this pandemic. Hallelujah.
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