Yesterday I finished cleaning out all of the raised beds. The potatoes are planted in bags again this year. It's an odd idea that I saw on the BBC Scotland Television programme @beechgrove_garden It is available on BritBox. I highly recommend watching. Fun and informative. By the way, I grew potatoes in "tatty bags" last year and it was amazing! Great harvest of Yukon Golds.
It's the last day of March. Next week is Holy Week and the lead-in to Easter. As I have been meditating and reading these past few days I've been struck by one constant. If I were around during Jesus' time, I would have been a Pharisee. I would be the unbeliever. The law-following hater of the one breaking up the status quo. I'm not proud of this by any means. I've been a bit of a black and white person most of my life. Raised in a very conservative Baptist tradition it was all that I knew. As I've aged, I've realized that we were all like the Pharisees. Very literal and very stuck in the belief that we were right. Right-thinking literalists who believed what we were "told" more than what we reasoned and discerned on our own. At least that was my experience. I'm much, much older and I've (hopefully) learned and changed through the years. I still have a bit of that Pharisee in me. Yet, I've also learned to be much more open and accepting. I'm much more available to wonder and astonishment as I've become an old man. The world is an amazing place filled with such a variety of wonderful people. It can also be a hard, harsh world when the worst of humanity comes out. We've witnessed so much of that, too! Today I am trying to focus on hope. Hope for our future. Hope for our country. Hope for our City. Hope for the world. Whenever I'm around the little ones (who are not so little anymore) my hope is renewed. I've watched a young one in the neighborhood grow up these past few years as he and his momma walk around. Listening to his giggles and his constant questions, I have hope. I see the wonder and astonishment is his eyes. I hear the love in his questions and the sheer joy in existence. I have hope. I cling to hope. I pray that my faith will not die, that hope will continue to grow and that I will love my neighbor as myself. I hope. Hope. Hope! Amen!
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