Finding myself alone in the Garden on a wintry Fall-ish day, I see what’s left to be plucked before true Winter sets herself firmly on its lap. A few fallen tomatoes I glean for one last Skillet of Summer – Fried Green – tart and tangy to speak of sun and simplicity.
My eye spies the still brazen green in this Season of Reds – Oranges – Yellows – and Browns. I bend over to cut off the curls, bouquets of curls. Fragrance wafts with each cut. Bare stem tops are left to brace against the cold.
Division – Separation – Death – A Parting: that’s what Autumn in all her glory forebodes. Yet these flavor- filled, sweet, piquant leaves foretell another story: Spring. Life.
This plant grown from a minuscule seed has two lives. It will return to life. Next Spring. Before the incessant heat of mid-Summer causes it to bolt ~ as if it wants to sprout feet and run for cover. It is no longer palatable. Albeit, miraculously, in the Bolt will be the seed of yet another double life. Chopping these leaves into small memories, my salivary glands doing overtime, I anticipate the enhancement of color and of taste that will adorn many a winter dish from cheese ball to casserole to soup .
It takes effort. It takes planning and preparation. It takes being ever the learner to enjoy the fruit of the Earth.
We are His Fruit in this Earth.
Orange … and Black … in this week for such. Orange everywhere we looked. Flowers. Bright shirts, skirts, ribbons and bands. She is gone. Her favorite color: ORANGE! Honor her, remember her with ORANGE. Black is for death. Orange speaks of a life briefly spoken – just 18 years, an Artist – Fruit of God, Child of God.
She, too, has double the Life. Her heart given years before to the One who offers Joy beyond the grave. This hope of Eternity beats heavily in many of the hearts gathered. But not all. For others, grieving brings mental confusion, futility, groanings to deep for words, with NO hope.
The message of comfort likens our lives to a boomerang. God sends us out with intention: the expectation that we will return to Him. We are not created like a stick. It would fall and simply lie there. Rather, His Word speaks Truth, “from dust to dust” – this earthen sod.
Then He illumines Life – the GREEN – Life-breathed Words of Hope, of Promise: I AM the Way, the Truth, the Life. No one comes to the Father but by Me. And, “I AM come that you might have Life ~ and Life MORE ABUNDANTLY!” **
We, unlike the boomerang, have a mind, a will, and emotions. We get to choose. We can choose to pet and pamper ourselves, besetting our weaknesses and vulnerabilities while “doing it /living it/ our way”. Or, we can choose Him – follow His “Growing Instructions” – and our double life, our eternal life, will be verdant, fragrant, abundant beyond measure.
** John 13:6; John 10:10