Everywhere I have lived I we have had a garden. They have varied by where we live. In upstate New York we had planted crocuses beside our front walk as soon as the snow melted they would pop up and bloom announcing the coming of spring. In central Indiana two white pines we had planted behind our home had grown tremendously since we left, now providing shade to that house. We brought our container gardens with us to Florida and merely days after planting the seeds had sprouted.
In traveling to various parks we have seen the variety of God’s gardens: sand dunes that continually shift with the wind, mountain fields that eek out an existence between the last snow melt and the first hard frost, brackish swamps that support trees brush just above high tide, and redwood trees that have withstood storms and droughts for centuries. While one can readily see the height and girth of a redwood tree, its roots are hidden. How deep must they grow to support such spires and weather the sun and the rain, wind and snow?
Growing in faith yields resilience to weather life’s tragedies and comedies, promotions and steady work. While the fruits of one’s faith may be readily seen by others —charity, prayer, calmness— resilience comes from having deep roots.
I pray that, according to the riches of the Father’s glory, he may grant that you may be strengthened in your inner being with power through his Spirit, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love.
I will have more to say about this passage on Sunday, July 26th at Temple Terrace Presbyterian Church.
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