Our faith community of St. John the Baptist, founded on the word of God; welcomes all with charity and love….both the strong of Spirit and those who search. As part of the Universal Church, we acknowledge that God has uniquely blessed everyone with abundant gifts. We celebrate the differences that make all of us equal in the eyes of the Lord….using our blessings to provide all who join us in Eucharist with a heart-felt sense of family and communion. For the Lord has brought you to our door….you are a stranger here but once.
March 24, 2019
Some of us are born with green thumbs. These blessed souls can make a garden oasis out of the scantiest soil. It’s as if they know by instinct the right fertilizer for each plant, as if they have an invisible radar warning them of pests and drought. For those of us whose gardens produce weak and wilting harvests, gardening skills border on the miraculous. We look at an empty flowerbed and see dirt. Gardeners see the same freshly turned soil as riot of color just waiting to happen.
Thankfully the Master Gardener has a never failing green thumb. He looks at the soil and knows exactly what we need for a bountiful harvest. On the outside a life may seem just dried soil and weak stalks, but God sees the fruit they could bear. We may wonder why God has asked us to carry fertilizer or water to such a barren field, but He knows what is planted there and what He hopes to reap. This week, before you point out the root rot in someone else’s life, remember that your harvest is invisible too, and pray for the weed of false judgment to be uprooted from your garden.
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Save the difficult questions for heaven
Why do bad things happen to good people? When a business fails, illness strikes, or even at an unexpected death, we all ask some pretty tough questions. Believers for centuries have sought to find a balance between our free will to act and the consequences, between God’s mercy and His judgment. If we’re honest, each us will admit to struggling with the subject. We look at each of the speed bumps along life’s highway and ask God, “how come?” We want an explanation for each bit of suffering that occurs, even seeking desperately for some sin that caused this “punishment”. And how frighteningly easy this is to do when we’re analyzing the tragedy in someone else’s lives. How easy it is then to spot that “sin”, what the sufferer did to “deserve it”. In the end all this mental exercise too often ends with us blaming God, calling Him indifferent or vengeful, instead of looking to Him for answers. If we turned these troublesome topics over to the discerning Holy Spirit who lives in us, we would find greater wisdom, or at least greater peace for those tough questions. Perhaps it’s best that we lean on God’s love, and in the meanwhile, save our most difficult questions for heaven.