3.30.2010

On Stewardship



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"...to my way of thinking, God has more important things on his mind. Whatever the level of competency we reach is up to us--only us. It's like the story of the Englishman who was walking down a cobblestone path when he came upon a small cottage with a beautiful garden next to it. The Englishman paused in admiration and said to the gardener who was down on his hands and knees pulling weeds, `Sir, what a beautiful garden God has blessed you with.' The gardener replied, `You should have seen it when God was taking care of it by himself.' Whatever gifts the Good Lord may have blessed us with, we are the ones who must get down on our hands and knees and do the work. It's up to us to make the garden beautiful.'' John Wooden

I am interested in and somewhat delighted by the ideas represented in I am also learning that good stewardship takes many forms.  Not only do I think that it is "up to us" to use and grow our particular gifts over the course of our lifetimes, but also that we must "dig in" to the raw materials of each day and make what we can of them.  I recognize that all people are given different circumstances and materials to work with, and that some people could be perfectly happy without seeking constant growth.  It is not by right or necessity that humans make gardens, but working hard to create things we admire can be a source of pleasure.


A couple weeks ago Alex and I purchased flowers, soil, and two clay pots.  It was a gorgeous day outside and we realized that our neglected patio needed some color, and our neglected hearts needed a dose of Spring.  After returning home with the flowers and taking a break for some sweet, iced tea, we proceeded to dig into the soil and position our lavender and double-impatiens as the belated day-light savings sun sunk lower in the sky.


This new little piece of beauty at our apartment is so enjoyable.  I like to think that in the acts of choosing, paying for, and planting our flowers, Alex and I were "good stewards" that afternoon.

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