Gossip in the Garden
Read: John 15:1-12
The Neighbor's roses stretched themselves, and leaned over the back fence to check out their new neighbors.
Whispers abounded. “Who are They?” “Where did they come from?”
“Why are they coming here?” “This has always been the corner for the
roses.” “Why are things being changed now?”
“I heard they are lilies,” said the tallest rose, the one with the best view. “I also heard they have fancy names, not simple ones like Mr. Lincoln, or Peace, or Love. How would you like to be called 'Rubrum,' or 'Star Gazer,' or 'Moon Silk?' Why, there's no dignity in names like that.”
There was much agreement with the tallest rose. After all, he was Mr. Lincoln.
The lilies, meanwhile, were looking around too.
“Do you think they will like us here? Will we be welcome?”
“After all, we are different.” “What can we do to get them to like us?”
“It will be a long time until people will be able to see us at our best.”
“We can't stay around for a long time like the roses do; we are different.”
Said the other lily – the one called Star Gazer, who had been the first lily to take up residence in the roses' corner, “Wait. Just wait. That is all we can do. Spring will come, and while the roses are still waking up from their long winter sleep, we will be blooming, and looking up at the stars, and putting on quite a show – even if I do say so myself.
“When they see how beautiful we really are, then they may change their attitude.”
“Why does it take so long,” asked a younger lily.
“Tis the way of the world, child, tis the way of the world.”
Lois Leineke
Read: John 15:1-12
The Neighbor's roses stretched themselves, and leaned over the back fence to check out their new neighbors.
Whispers abounded. “Who are They?” “Where did they come from?”
“Why are they coming here?” “This has always been the corner for the
roses.” “Why are things being changed now?”
“I heard they are lilies,” said the tallest rose, the one with the best view. “I also heard they have fancy names, not simple ones like Mr. Lincoln, or Peace, or Love. How would you like to be called 'Rubrum,' or 'Star Gazer,' or 'Moon Silk?' Why, there's no dignity in names like that.”
There was much agreement with the tallest rose. After all, he was Mr. Lincoln.
The lilies, meanwhile, were looking around too.
“Do you think they will like us here? Will we be welcome?”
“After all, we are different.” “What can we do to get them to like us?”
“It will be a long time until people will be able to see us at our best.”
“We can't stay around for a long time like the roses do; we are different.”
Said the other lily – the one called Star Gazer, who had been the first lily to take up residence in the roses' corner, “Wait. Just wait. That is all we can do. Spring will come, and while the roses are still waking up from their long winter sleep, we will be blooming, and looking up at the stars, and putting on quite a show – even if I do say so myself.
“When they see how beautiful we really are, then they may change their attitude.”
“Why does it take so long,” asked a younger lily.
“Tis the way of the world, child, tis the way of the world.”
Lois Leineke
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