November 8, 2011
I could write of Johann Staupitz, Martin Luther’s confessor, who at one point told the young monk to wait until he had something worth confessing and stop bothering himself and his confessor. Luther was obsessed over sin and hadn’t discovered that Jesus was not only a righteous judge, but given Luther the gift of righteousness before God through his through his perfectly righteous life, death and resurrection. I could write about that for the LSB marks November 8 as the day to remember Johann Staupitz.
Speaking of Luther, you only have two days to get a card or gift for his 528th birthday.
No I would rather write about a pink geranium and purple petunias blooming outside the window. They are matched with a bit of dusty miller and the still bright red and green coleus. Burning bushes in the neighbor’s yard and bordering the cemetery are burning bright red. A small Ginkgo in our side lawn still holds onto it bright yellow leaves.
It a dreary day, full of rain, soaking in the fertilizer I spread on flowers and plants for a fall boost. It’s dreary, but the colors shine through and refuse to be drab. That will come when the leaves fall and the oaks in the neighborhood reach toward the heavens in gnarl handed prayer.
Ordinarily about this time squirrels would be drinking from a container of water that is in view from my window. But they are hunkered down in the drizzle, as the rabbits and feral cats.
A Christmas cactus I brought in this week stands on a shelf waiting for the time to push its buds into blossoms. Perhaps they can wait for Christmas.
What can’t wait are the still green, trying to ripen tomatoes. I’ll have to pick them and let them do their thing on floor.
It’s a quiet day; storms may be on the way. I’ll have to check the weather.
Somehow these are true. I love the way you present your ideas.
Posted by: Resurrection Plant | Tuesday, December 13, 2011 at 01:22 AM