June 2009: Compost

Dear Family, 

 

I have fallen in love with gardening--all the aspects of it.  I love the way gardens beckon people to spontaneous community.  In my neighborhood, when one person is in their yard, everyone comes out.  While Rebecca, Raj, Julie, Adam, and I have been at work in the garden, we have had all sorts of people hop the fence to check out what is going on.  Through this we have been able to join in relationship with those with whom we seemingly have nothing in common.  As much fun as new friendships have been, the garden has also been a place where we can intentionally deepen the spiritual community of the teens. 

 

Many Saturdays the garden is filled with teenagers.  They come to get dirty, work, turn compost, and be together.  These teens are hard workers--no joke.  Often we compile a list of thing to be done, and they finish it!  They are invested.  The garden is theirs.  They collect compost at homework club, they argue over what is compostable, and they show up on work days.  The teens have taken ownership and have a sense of satisfaction in their work.   

 

Sometimes I wonder if this is similar to what God does with me.  I am the compost that He is continually adding to, that He is turning, that He is smelling; and He is waiting for the rich soil of good works and obedience to be cultivated.  I am the stinky pile in the corner of God’s garden.  He knows that I am worth the time and effort.  He has even taken ownership of my life, but He waits for the perfect timing to use the nutrient-rich soil.   

 

I desire my teens to be piles of compost in God’s garden.  I long for the day when they will be used by God to grow amazing things in Chester.  I see it happening--some of them are encouraging each other, a few of them are thinking about what can be done about injustice, and all of them are lending a hand in Highland House, our church plant.  The soil is being formed, and teens are being used of God. 

Please pray with me that God will continue to make soil in my life and in the lives of my teens.  Pray also for the garden grown-ups: Rebecca, Raj, Julie, Adam, and me.  Pray that we will be like Jesus.