From the Pastor’s Desk
December 11, 2013
Furrows, be glad. Though earth is bare, One more seed is planted there:
Give up your strength the seed to nourish, That in course the flower may flourish.
People, look east and sing today: Love the rose is on the way.
– Eleanor Farjeon, Hymn #12 verse 2
Weren’t those wonderful seeds the children planted for us last Sunday? Hope, joy, faith, peace, love – God’s gifts to us. Thank you, Becky and the Sunday School, for sharing your talents with us.
Prepare the way of the Lord! How can the second verse of Eleanor Farjeon’s hymn/poem help us prepare inwardly for Christ’s coming?
In Wisconsin, the very idea seems ridiculous. A seed planted in the furrows at this time of year? Can you even find the furrows under the snow and ice? And if you do, can you get a spade or a plow into one of them?
Perhaps that’s just the reminder we need. Each of us has places in our lives as cold and frozen, as finished and shut-down, or as tired and worn-out, as a Wisconsin field in winter. You know what they are in your own life – or maybe you’ve walked away from them altogether.
George Herbert, in his great poem “The Flower,” wrote:
Who would have thought my shriveled heart
Could have recovered greenness? It was gone
Quite underground; as flowers depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
And yet God plants seeds in our lives even in the midst of our spiritual winter – and nourishes them in the cold and dark where we cannot see the growth that is being prepared for us. Who would have thought? Herbert goes on to say,
And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write….
Is this the preparation you need for God’s coming this Christmas? Is there some furrow in your heart where God is breaking open the frozen soil, planting the seed, overseeing the growth? How good is the Lord, whose mercies never cease, who comes to us as the Christmas Rose!
In Christ, Katherine
PS Read Herbert’s entire poem at: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181059