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“Toss them in the dumpster” the Funeral Director told me, pointing to the flower arrangements which had been used at the church funeral service for a Parishioner. There was no more room for flowers in the hearse, these remaining arrangements were considered disposable by the funeral home.

There were hundreds of flowers in these arrangements. Beautiful colors, shapes, sizes. Toss them?! Absolutely not. God had other plans.

The funeral service that day was for a woman who had volunteered at the St. Mary’s Episcopal Church Food Pantry some ten years ago. She had been there in the early years, when the Pantry was located in a small room in the church basement. She’d be proud to see how it has grown to fill it’s own small building on the church campus.

The day following the funeral service, the Food Pantry was open and guests would come and select food, supermarket style. We brought out the flower arrangements and put them on the Food Pantry outside tables. We made up a sign which explained where the flowers had come from, and invited people to honor the Volunteer by taking flowers home to enjoy and to share.

Some people didn’t need prompting, and happily took flowers, making small arrangements. Other people were shy. Flowers were gently presented to them, and a warm smile spread on their faces as they took the flowers.

The remaining flowers were brought to the St. Mary’s Nearly New Thrift Shop to be shared with those customers.

Over 75 individuals from the Food Pantry and Thrift Shop were given unexpected gifts of flowers that day.

Recently one person proudly showed me the Gerber daisies she had chosen, still bright and cheerful, two weeks later flourishing in a water bottle vase. They were beautiful.

“Toss them”?! No. God had a better plan for these flowers once considered trash. They were treasures, little ambassadors of color, with a simple gesture making a small positive difference that day for people who typically don’t have flowers in their life.

Jesus shows up in a variety of places, and in all sorts of people. I met Jesus at the Lake Ronkonkoma County Park today. Jesus was a two year old little girl in pig tails. Her name was Rayna.

It was late afternoon of a busy Pastoral day. I had helped plan a funeral for one family, and counseled a woman of a different family whose sister had died. Then I found out the father of a family friend had died.

The Lake was close to the church office, so I went there to recharge at and say Evening Prayer while sitting on the bench facing the water. Heart still heavy, I walked along the beach and came across Rayna; she was at lakeside with her parents and grandmother.

When I met her, she was looking intently at the flowers growing near the large rocks in a line down to the Lake.

I said “Hello” to the family, they returned the greeting. Rayna’s eyes lit up as she pulled one of the flowers off the plant. She held the flower out to me, then with a grin yelled “Mama!” as she held the flower tight, and turned and ran laughing to give it to her smiling mom.

Rayna then ran back to me, held out her hand for me to hold, and then pointed down the beach with her other and began walking me back toward the playground. Her parents and grandmother happily followed us, gently smiling at her eagerness to share discoveries.

Rayna had lots to show us as we walked along the beach, hand-in-hand, our footprints making a wiggly path in the sand.

She was our enthusiastic yet patient tour guide, pointing out the geese, gulls, ducks (her favorite), rocks, feathers, sand. She was fascinated with the “caca” left by the birds (“No! Don’t touch that!” her mom repeated).

Rayna’s joy at her new discoveries was catching, and my spirit was greatly lifted in the short time shared on the beach. Her small hand in mine had led me to a place of peace.

As Rayna and her family headed toward their car, I thanked God for their gift of presence and simple joy in seeing creation through the eyes of a two year old!

We’ve been using pussy willows on the altar this Lent. At first, the cut branches look dead, yet, as time goes by in their vase of water, the catkins begin to grow. Then the catkins fall off; and leaves come in, and roots grow longer. New Life, where it had seemed there was only death.

They didn’t all grow at the same rate; some branches are much farther along in their growth than others.

We are like those branches in the vase. As people of God, our spiritual lives grow at different paces, at different times. Yet, all of us are deeply loved by Jesus who knows each one of us by name, who was willing to die on a cross for us, to bring us to new life.

The sight stopped me in my tracks.

It was an amazing sight in the early morning as sunlight flooded the church.

The colors from the stained glass window were splashed on the wall just under the cross, and onto the altar.

A sense of peace among the chaos of the world. Thank you, Lord, for this unexpected gift of grace.

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

The early Spring garden was coming to life: the crocuses were opening their pedals to the sunshine, the stems of the daffodils getting taller. Evidence was plain that the squirrels had been busy over the Fall and Winter months. In the Fall, I had planted the bulbs in a neat line, alternating clumps of daffodil bulbs and crocus bulbs. The busy squirrels dug many of them up, moved them around, to the result of crocus on one side and daffodils to another.  I laughed quietly to myself – they had done a nice job of creating bursts of color in a way I would not have thought of!

God’s busy gardeners, caring for Creation.

With a pang of guilt I looked at the drooping plant by the windows in the study. Its leaves hung limply, slightly curling inward. I had forgotten to water it that morning.

I filled the watering can, and gave the parched plant a deep drink. Within a couple of hours, it had revived, its broad leaves raised and open to catch the sunlight coming through the windows.

Watching the plant perk up reminded me of the conversation Jesus had with the Samaritan Woman at the well.

Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.” John 4:13-14

A gentle reminder to me, when I’m spiritually feeling like that drooping plant, that there is One who can satisfy the deep thirst in me. Jesus, offering us Living Water, to fill us with his grace and Spirit.

Making breakfast one morning, I thought I heard the toaster oven “Bing”. I opened the door, and discovered the bread wasn’t cooked at all. Thinking I hadn’t actually turned the timer on, I mindfully turned it to the light toast setting and heard the clicking of the timer. Satisfied I would have toast in two minutes, I went about preparing the oatmeal. At the “Bing!” I again opened the toaster oven door. Again the bread wasn’t toasted.

This was a bit frustrating because this was a brand new toaster oven. Second time using it. It couldn’t have broken so easily.

I did the usual troubleshooting. Checked all the knob settings. Checked power…

It was then I discovered the plug lying on the counter. Apparently, the timer was mechanical; the heating element needed power to make the toast.

I plugged in the toaster oven, turned the timer knob again, and soon enjoyed toast with breakfast.

At times, our relationship with God can be like that unplugged toaster oven. We make noise, as the timer did, but without the connection to the power of God we don’t have the true closeness to Jesus; we don’t get the results God would want us to have.

Connect to God: Be still. Pray. Talk with Jesus as a friend. Let God’s Peace and the power of God’s Spirit fill you.

Be still, and know that I am God! Psalm 46:10

Two trees stood side by side on the great lawn at the Bayard Cutting Arboretum on a late fall afternoon.

Their canopies were beautiful against the deep blue autumn sky. One tree displayed its summer colors of various shades of green. The other showed off leaves which had changed colors to deeps reds and oranges.

Each tree was beautiful as an individual.

Together, they were a magnificent testimony that for every thing, each has its own turn for change.

God knows when it should happen. All in God’s time.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1

The difference in the sides of the hospital room was remarkable.

A friend was in the hospital for a few days. A couple of us went up to visit in the late afternoon of the first day of her stay. There were already a few other people visiting her in the room, which quickly filled with laughter.  She had the bed by the door. The table along the wall, next to the bed, had a couple of bouquets of flowers on it.

My friend had a roommate, whose bed was by the window. I was later to learn her name was Lisa, and she was in our age group. Lisa didn’t have any visitors, no flowers on her table, the TV wasn’t on.  She was real quiet, reading a book. She had a certain peace about her.

The next day, I went back to visit my friend in the early afternoon. I was the only visitor in the room. By this time, my friend’s table was full of flowers, and a teddy bear held a Get Well Soon Balloon. My friend excitedly shared who the gifts were from.

Lisa’s side of the room was still bare; no flowers.

My friend whispered Lisa did not have any visitors during her stay.

Lisa felt more comfortable with only one visitor in the room. She put down her book and joined us in prayer. In conversation, I learned the well-worn book was her bible, covered in a paper bag to try to keep the cover on. It had been repeated repaired with tape. Lisa shared only a little of her life: she lived in an unnamed town, in a small rented room, didn’t have much, was between jobs. She was evasive when the topic of family came up. Yet she kept telling us how blessed she was, and how thankful to God she was for all He did for her. She hugged her bible.

The third day I visited, more flowers had arrived for my friend: they were on the table, on the food tray table, the chair, and had taken over some of the counter space by the sink.

There was a bouquet of flowers on Lisa’s table, too. I excitedly asked her who they were from. She replied they were from the nurse; the flowers were delivered to the hospital for someone who had been discharged already. So the nurse gave them to Lisa.?

Lisa was sitting on her bed, dressed in a simple sweatshirt and sweat pants. She was being released that day.

She picked up the bouquet of flowers, and gave them to my friend.

“But I have so many, and you won’t have any!” my friend replied.

“You seem to really like flowers,“ Lisa replied. “Enjoy them.”

“I have everything I need”, Lisa told us. “I have my faith in Jesus, and I trust in Him to guide me when I leave here“

Lisa  had an amazing sense of God’s peace. Her words have stayed with me, and I realize that Lisa, who we thought was poor, was richer than any of us in that room.

Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7 Continue Reading »

Begonia Plant

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Begonia Plant

It’s nature’s sign of Endurance and of Hope: this simple, beautiful Begonia Plant. Begonias had been in a hanging basket on the deck, about 20’ away this summer; the plant seed must have sailed with the wind. Somehow, the seed found its way through the small rocks and landscape fabric surrounding a metal bucket in the lower garden. There wasn’t much room. The soil wasn’t very good, it was hard, surrounded by rocks. Sunlight shone there only a couple of hours a day.
Yet, through endurance and determination, this seed grew roots, and then found its way up into the sunlight, bending as required to grow from under the base of the bucket. It continued to grow and presented its beautiful flower for all to enjoy.

God’s Presence is seen in this flower: at times when we think we’re in a hard environment, when we feel we are trapped, this Begonia is a reminder that God is always near. Through His help, and our endurance, He will help us grow.

By your endurance you will gain your souls. Luke 21:19