Rhythm of Life
Rhythm of Life
My in-laws had a fifty-acre farm with beautiful sandy loam soil in Flamborough, Ontario, on which they grew ten acres of flowers on a rotating basis, leasing the rest to a local farmer. Early on summer mornings my father-in-law would take the truck, loaded with pails of gladioli that had been cut the previous day, to the wholesale market at the Ontario Food Terminal. The money they made in that short summertime had to last them all year.
On this particular day, my young sister-in-law had accompanied her dad to the market. Upon their return, she wandered to the back field where the rest of the family was hard at work.
“Guess how many pails of glads we sold today?” she asked.
“Fifty pails?” they said, hopefully.
“We sold nothing,” she blithely replied, in the light-hearted way of child with not a care in the world.
“Nothing?” incredulously, “All day?”
Most of the glads were too far open to sell wholesale the next day. There was nothing to do but to go through the bunches of flowers and try to save those few that still had unopened buds. Disconsolately, they went back to the barn to begin the job of sorting.
At the very moment, a woman drove up the long farm driveway. She pulled up to the barn, and inquired, with some desperation, whether she could buy some flowers, as the gladioli she had earlier bought for a wedding had not bloomed in time. She took all the opened flowers at full retail price – more than they would have received on the wholesale market. Happy and relieved, she sped off.
More than thirty years later, my mother-in-law still shook her head as she recounted the story, marveling how God provided that day for both their family and for the woman who just wanted to make a wedding day beautiful.
On Sat. May 25/19, the Junction kicked off its first event in the lovely, new foyer. The sun streamed through the large windows as approx. 35 women sat down to a delicious, hot breakfast. Tables were very pretty with bone china teacups, flowers and lots of food. After the meal, all were invited into the sanctuary for some praise and worship songs followed by our speaker Susan Memovich.
Susan is a lay pastor and also has training in the field of Thanatology which is the study of bereavement and grief. Her talk was entitled, Life, Love and Loss. Susan talked about the various types of grief and loss and how to cope with tragedies, death and dying. As Christian women, we were blessed and inspired by her talk on this very important subject.
Maybe you’ve heard this comedy routine - two actors are in a conversation that goes something like this:
“I just bought a farm.”
“No, that’s bad. Money was so tight; I had to rent out most of my land.”
“No, that’s good. I was able to buy some cattle with the money.”
“No, that’s bad. They all jumped the fence and ran away.”
“Oh, that’s bad.”
“No, that’s good. When the neighbours came out to help, I met my future wife.”
“Oh, that’s good” . . .
You could continue on, of course, because the story doesn’t end until the life of the storyteller is done. We live in a world of shifting shadows, and often further events change our perspective.
For much of my working career, I sat at my desk beside a monitor that charted the daily Chicago Board of Trade commodity prices. A farmer would put in a pricing and be jubilant if the market ticked up to his desired price – only to find, to his dismay, that the commodities market opened ten cents a bushel higher the next day. The same action that looked good one day didn’t look so good the next.
When the Pharisees of Jesus’ day saw a man carrying his mat on a Sabbath, they zeroed in on his perceived transgression – “that’s bad!” Even when they learn that he’s been healed after 38 years of paralysis, they did not have the compassion to appreciate this great miracle. We judge on a picture that’s very small in scale and we tend to go by mere appearances. Blinded and limited by legalism, the Pharisees never got to “that’s good!”
Jesus also relates a parable in which the owner tells his employees that the wheat and the weeds just can’t be separated until the harvest time without causing harm to the crop. Good and evil are now entwined, but some day that will come to an end, and only God will know how to disentangle them. The human story that began in the Garden of Eden with God seeing that “it was very good” will someday be concluded with a redeemed and restored universe.
And in the end we will all say, “that’s good!”
Our children are now all grown, but many years ago, we used to laugh about how, if my husband and I shared a hug in the kitchen, we would find ourselves suddenly attracting our small children and even the family dog from all over the house. They all wanted to be in on that charmed circle. There was always a way to include everyone!
God’s circle of love, too, is ever-expanding, rippling out and calling people from all tribes and nations and languages, a diverse group in character and abilities. I think about how this was only possible because Jesus, beloved only Son of his Father, “didn’t consider this equality as something to be grasped,” but in amazing love and humility turned and made a way for us to join that divine circle.
How attractive, how magnetic that circle can be for those in need of belonging and meaning in their own lives! God’s great love is not depleted through time and all kinds of circumstances. Over fifty years ago, caring Sunday School teachers gave me a plaque that brightly proclaimed “Love never faileth.” I still have it. The language is archaic, but the truth endures. When we will never run out, when we have so much, let’s open up all we have for others to share. Let’s include everyone who hungers to be part of a loving family of God. In the end, the joy is multiplied and all of us are enriched by it.
We all remember checking on the chrysalis in the back of the classroom every morning in elementary school. In science class we would sketch a picture of what the chrysalis looked like that week and note any small changes. But then one morning, we’d come into the classroom and everything would be different. The energy among the students would be almost electric, students from other classrooms would try to sneak in to have a peak, and word spread through the entire school. The chrysalis had opened, and the butterfly was here. It was a magical moment; after weeks of small changes, barely noticeable, here was this small miracle, with four big wings and splashes of colour. The teacher would spend the day calling our attention back to our Math or English class because we couldn’t help but look towards the back of the classroom to make sure it really happened, that our caterpillar had really become a butterfly.
I had the same feeling when I walked into our S.W.A.G. (Saved with Amazing Grace) Team meeting on Sunday. I remember them being small children, running around the downstairs of the church, falling over on their short legs, being adorable the way little kids are. I vaguely remember seeing them when they were a bit older when I came home to visit from Taiwan and they’d all walk towards the front of the church for the children’s story before running off to Sunday school. But now, now they are these amazing people, that make jokes, have ideas, interact, play games. They have stories and life experiences that they can share and base opinions on. They are butterflies. It’s amazing to me. I didn’t even know it had happened until we were all in Aunt Laurie’s basement, eating cookies and discussing books and sports and sky diving. My favorite thing about this magical moment was watching them interact with each other. This group, they just need a place to come together; our job is to say a short prayer and do a devotion but they do the rest. They are the splashes of colour that will make our meetings magical. Maybe it’s because I am not a mom that this took me by surprise but it makes me so happy. They are the promise of a great year ahead, and I really can’t put into words how pumped I am to be a part of it.