For a moment, the weather finally broke and with the warm breezes overflowing as a waterfall I decided that would be the best time to venture outside and work in my little garden.
This year, most of the garden plots are raised beds and with seeds and seedlings in hand I set to work. Visions of lovely, plump tomatoes, spinach and a rainbow of peppers danced in my mind surrounded by pungent basil and colorful marigolds. My neighbor who is our resident horticulturalist also had extra seeds to share and gave me pointers about planting beans, and the advantage of having that sturdy gate that could serve as a creeping point for vines. I just needed to clear out the massive amount of weeds behind my raised bed.
A week or so ago we were celebrating the end of the semester and the beginning for many of our peers and colleagues as they graduated from LSTC. These were the fruits of the Seminary's labors: dedicated and spiritual warriors who would go out preaching the Good News, walking and helping those who needed care and teaching with open arms those who were hungry in academia for the knowledge that Our Creator has blessed us with.
Amidst the celebrations, weeds threatened to choke our happiness and essences from our very spirits: a "church" was attempting to predict the rapture, destruction of our very lives, thrusting Christianity into a negative spotlight, center stage with ridicule and bad jokes.
"And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God."
The weeds were tackled, stripped and remaining was the beautiful, fertile dark soil which seem to hold promise and spoke to the goodness of the earth. When He returns it will not be with pain and suffering, but with eternal joy and celebration that under His loving care and touch we rise, bloom and blossom, bursting in praise to be in His presence forevermore.