(See posts from 2/15-2/18/2016)
There was a time years ago when I used to be a really avid gardener. Which is not to say that I was a really good gardener; just an avid one. In truth, for all the work I used to put into my garden it never turned out to be the great work of landscape art I always envisioned at the beginning of each spring and I swear that none of the flowers I fussed and fawned over flourished half so well as the weeds I was constantly yanking.
And it was one day as I knelt in the mulch staring at the tough, gargantuan root of a wonderfully healthy-looking dandelion which I swore I'd already pulled up three times previously that summer, that I had an ephiphany: the beautiful things in life are fragile while the noxious things thrive and thrive.
I've come to believe this is true, and not only in my garden.
There was a time years ago when I used to be a really avid gardener. Which is not to say that I was a really good gardener; just an avid one. In truth, for all the work I used to put into my garden it never turned out to be the great work of landscape art I always envisioned at the beginning of each spring and I swear that none of the flowers I fussed and fawned over flourished half so well as the weeds I was constantly yanking.
And it was one day as I knelt in the mulch staring at the tough, gargantuan root of a wonderfully healthy-looking dandelion which I swore I'd already pulled up three times previously that summer, that I had an ephiphany: the beautiful things in life are fragile while the noxious things thrive and thrive.
I've come to believe this is true, and not only in my garden.
| I had a similar flash of revelation when, after our first pet rabbit, Buddy, died, |  |
...the vet explained to me that rabbits are among the most vulnerable of all the animals, possessing no natural defenses. So meek are rabbits that at the sight of a predator they often drop dead before the attack even begins.
Yes, I know the feeling, thought I. I know about being so non-confrontational that one would rather lay down and die than put up a fight, less out of fear of fighting than simply not knowing how.
I know kind, gentle, beautiful good-hearted people who are no more a match for the tough and aggressive go-grabbers of this world than a little rabbit nibbling peacefully under his shade tree would be for a big-jawed German shepherd on the loose.
Jesus said blessed are the meek, but if they're in line to inherit the earth I don't see that happening anytime soon. The world's just not a safe place these days for the gentle, meek, or vulnerable. There are too many vicious dogs running loose and sharp-fanged snakes slithering through the grass.
Yes, I know the feeling, thought I. I know about being so non-confrontational that one would rather lay down and die than put up a fight, less out of fear of fighting than simply not knowing how.
I know kind, gentle, beautiful good-hearted people who are no more a match for the tough and aggressive go-grabbers of this world than a little rabbit nibbling peacefully under his shade tree would be for a big-jawed German shepherd on the loose.
Jesus said blessed are the meek, but if they're in line to inherit the earth I don't see that happening anytime soon. The world's just not a safe place these days for the gentle, meek, or vulnerable. There are too many vicious dogs running loose and sharp-fanged snakes slithering through the grass.
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