I walk along the country footpaths around my house, the hedgerows full of blackberries. They’ve been out for weeks, and I’ve seen families gather them for jam or pies, but I, I’m trying to jog, and maintain my pace, or am engrossed in my audiobook, I rarely stop to taste them.
Today, I did, and oh, they were sweet, and delicious.
And ripe with allegory and metaphor.
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Whole sections of our orchard have been taken over by these brambles running wild. We’ve lived here for 8 years now. What a task it’s going to be to tame it!!
Yeah, weeds grow more readily in the garden of life than apple trees; the unwanted proliferates, but in the midst of the jungle of the never-asked-for-this, don’t-want-it which is our life, there remain fat, black, sweet blackberries. In the middle of the thorniest, most ensnarled thicket.
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And the question is, am I stupidly going to be too busy for the banquet?
Or am I going to slow down and savour sweetness in the midst of all the things which didn’t go according to plan, the brambles which have taken over my orchard?
Am I going to stop my mind in her I’ve-Got-To track—got to listen to this book, got to maintain my jogging pace, and instead, slowly savour this goodness given to me unasked, unbidden, freely, generously?
Fat, sweet, ripe delicious blackberries.
Today, I returned my face stained with Holy Communion. I ate those free gifts from the goodness of God.
“Abundance, I give you,” He says. “My own self, I give you. Come, eat.”
|Our Lady of Velankanni|
In contrast is Puddleglum, the heroic Marshwiggle in The Silver Chair.
Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things–trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. . .Then all I can say is, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one.
Word Count Goal-120,000
Progress (Aiming to write 6 days a week, excluding Sundays)
|Georgian Bainov with his fiddle|
|Heidi Baker dancing in the River of God before her talk
We are made for worship, that is what we will be doing in heaven, and, so worship fulfils a need of even the most cerebral soul.
2) My work–writing!!–is very intense, and so am I. I cannot go on writing for long weeks without a break. I could go to Europe, and do so, several times a year. So far in 2012, I’ve been on three trips to Istanbul, Ireland and Copenhagen, and to three Christian conferences.
3) I do pray most every day, but at home, I am mainly reading, writing and blogging. I am not setting aside long hours to seek God’s face, to seek his direction. At retreats and spiritual conferences, that’s all I do!
4 “Better is one day in your house than a 1000 elsewhere.”