Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Getting Excited About the Light


My plants were simply getting excited about the light!

It all began in late October when Don took me to the Windmill Café for lunch. I ambled about in the nursery as he was shooting beautiful flowers. I came upon the bins of bulbs and felt like a kid in candy store. I enthusiastically purchased several dozen bulbs for my front yard flowerbed. I followed the timetable and planting instructions and buried my treasure. With satisfaction, I put the final covering of mulch on the bulbs, ready to forget them until spring.

A few days ago, as I was walking by the flowerbed, I was surprised by green shoots springing up everywhere in my quietly winter flowerbed. What have I done! I puzzled. Those little guys are going to get their tips frozen. Winter isn’t over in the Northwest! What should I do?

I got my answer in church this morning. A friend who had the same problem consulted a master gardener. “There is nothing to worry about,” the expert said. “We had some sunny weather. The plants just got excited about the light. That’s all.
Leave them alone and they will be fine.” What an amusing picture. Excited bulbs! Raising their heads to the sun with abandon!

I was standing at the back of our church listening to the congregation sing as I handed out the morning bulletin. Somehow those words took root in my heart. I thought, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could be so excited about the Light that green shoots would spring from my life in that untimely way. It wouldn’t even matter that I am past my prime. I need not worry about the coming winter of life. If I let the green grow, everything would be all right.

So, Lord, “help me to get excited about the Light today. May I see Jesus the Light of the World and not even care that it is the late fall and winter is coming. The Life of Christ will be green and living in me. Maybe there will even be fruit!”

1 comment:

Todd said...

"I ambled about in the nursery as he was shooting beautiful flowers."

I always knew he had a violent streak in him. Those poor flowers.