At this allotment I met an old man I’d never met before. I
don’t know why, but usually complete strangers feel at ease to talk to
me and tell me their life stories. So I listened.
He said he’d
had that allotment for about ten years. His piece of land was
about 20 metres by 10 metres. On it he had gooseberries, black
currants, red currants, rhubarb, a small vine, a fig tree, spinach,
cabbage, parsnips, runner beans, marrows, courgettes, and a variety of
herbs and other vegetables too numerous to remember.
He
complained that since he injured his hand in an accident cutting the
tendons he found it difficult to grip and uproot the weeds in his
allotment. But his children and grand-children helped him toil the land.
In conversation he let slip that he was 82 years old.
I silently prayed for him and wished I was as fit as him if I ever were to be his age.
He
then added, "Never, ever give up. No matter how hard it is, how
difficult it is, or how tired you are: don’t give up. If you do give up,
the weeds will soon take over your allotment and all your hard work
will go to waste. And you have to start all over again."
I left him with those words ringing in my ears. A complete stranger with a message which can be adapted to our Christian walk.
Never, ever give up. Or the weeds (sin) will soon take over your life and all your hard work will go to waste.
That night I said a prayer for that old gentleman with a salutary message.
A few days later it was another beautiful, warm and sunny day. I spent sometime in the garden pruning the bushes.
Half
an hour after I started a friend came to visit. I must explain that I’ve left a
corner of the garden to grow freely to attract various insects and birds . My friend looked at it and said,
“these are all weeds … they must come out …”
I pointed at the little yellow and blue flowers and said they looked pretty; and they attracted butterflies and other insects.
My friend said, “They’re weeds. You’ve dandelions there, and nettles and …” naming a variety of plants I hadn’t even heard of.
"What
is a weed?" I thought, isn’t it a plant that you don’t want? There are
people who make nettles and dandelion tea – you can buy it at the health shop. I
suppose to them a nettle is not a weed but a livelihood. I also read
somewhere that dandelions are used in medicine.
Then I thought … I
hope God is more selective when He comes to judge us and to choose who will enter Heaven.
Will He say disparagingly, “You’re a weed” – or will He welcome us into His Kingdom?
How do you see yourself in the eyes of God?
