An Angel Whispering to Every Blade of Grass

“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, ‘Grow, grow.'” – Barbara Brown Taylor

Meditations in Motion

I am taking it easy as far as running goes this week. After my 10-mile pain-free run on Sunday, I wanted to rest before our upcoming Marine Corps 17.75K race. On Wednesday, I did a short, easy run around town with my best running partner (Bill) and thought about a conversation I had with my grandsons the day before.

Actually, I was not part of the conversation. I was eavesdropping on their conversation from the front seat of the car.

They were discussing infinity, in the mathematical sense. They first pondered whether there could be an infinite number of cars. This made complete sense to me, as it was rush hour, and it seemed like an infinite line of traffic stretched out ahead of us.

No, they decided, even though there are lots of cars, there is not an infinite number of them.

How about trees?” the younger one (who just turned five on St. Patrick’s Day) asked. “No,” the older one (seven) answered, “there are not an infinite number of trees. You could count them.”

Meditations in Motion

They thought there might be an infinite number of blades of grass for a few minutes, but then the older boy told his brother that even though it might take a really long time, you could eventually count all the blades of grass in the world.

Then he said something profound. “Henry,” he said, “there are an infinite amount of numbers, but there cannot be an infinite amount of things.

I may be prejudiced, but I think that’s a very mature understanding of some pretty advanced and esoteric topics like infinity, numbers, limits, and the difference between concepts (numbers) and concrete objects (blades of grass).

Meditations in Motion

The conversation reminded me of one of my favorite verses from 2 Corinthians: “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal..

It may seem counterintuitive, but the seemingly sturdy, solid, temporal world is, in fact as fleeting and ephemeral as a mayfly. An enigmatic concept like eternity is real, lasting, abiding.

What is seen, though, takes up so much of our time and energy. I have races to prepare for, family and friends to laugh with, a blog post to write, for heaven’s sake. We have finances to worry about, jobs to attend to (most of us), and a Target run to make.

Are we expected to give all of that up? Renounce our possessions, reside in a cave, and live the life of a wild-eyed hermit focused on eternity? The promise of walking on streets of gold in a far-off heaven may bring scant comfort when the rent is due tomorrow.

We are corporeal beings, living in a tangible world. The pursuit of real goals can leave us anxious, even weary. That is to be expected; it is the nature of the world we live in. It was the nature of the world the Apostle Paul lived in nearly 2,000 years ago when he wrote those words.

But God is love. The Holy Spirit brings us hope, compassion, faith, and grace, all in infinite supply. The tangible can be reconciled with the eternal here on this beautiful, wild, fringed, and fraying earth.

Meditations in Motion

Paul shows the path to reconciliation earlier in the same chapter of 2 Corinthians when he wrote: β€œBut we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”

What could be more “of the earth” than clay? In the time of Paul, skilled potters dug clay and mixed it with water. They molded the clay into a variety of shapes and sizes, each one unique. The pots were glazed using natural pigments in a myriad of designs and colors. They fired the clay in wood-burning ovens to make it hard, but breakable.

Just like each one of us. Unique and hard, but breakable.

The fact that each one of us is hard, occupying a body with mass and definite boundaries is evident every time I step on the bathroom scales or stub my toe on the bed frame in the middle of the night.

My body is breakable; that is undeniable. I recently came back from months of trying to run with a broken hamstring. Luckily, my body eventually healed that break. One day, I will be broken in an unmendable way, and my clay pot will be shattered beyond repair. But, Paul knew that the decorated clay pots held their treasures on the inside.

Just like us. Our treasure is on the inside and it abides.

God’s light shines out from each one of us. It’s inside of us right now. We don’t have to wait for some remote eternity.

cookies-210718_640 Whenever we take a plate of cookies to a sick neighbor, give a clean pair of socks and a hot meal to a homeless person, deliver groceries to the homebound, volunteer to babysit for a harried parent, or donate money to help hurricane victims, God’s light is shining through us.

When we love the unloveable, forgive the unforgivable and show mercy to the undeserving, God’s light is shining through us. The eternal inside the material. The treasure inside the clay pot. And an angel whispering to every blade of grass.

 

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83 comments

  1. I love the analogy of the clay pot (us) and God’s light shining out from inside the pot. “The eternal inside the material.” Even though our pot may be full of cracks, He can still shine through. Thanks for bringing a new perspective to me this morning!

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      • Your kids certainly get you to think, Laurie! What a meditations their comments brought on!

        I love this: “When we love the unloveable, forgive the unforgivable and show mercy to the undeserving, God’s light is shining through us. The eternal inside the material. The treasure inside the clay pot. And an angel whispering to every blade of grass.”

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  2. I love eavesdropping on kids’ conversations and that one was stellar!
    As I read your post, I was overcome by a sense of gratitude that all the infinite things are taken care of by God,and it’s my job to focus today on the very finite pile of laundry, the finite task of wrestling my blog into submission, and even though it doesn’t appear that way, the dog hair that needs vacuuming today is also finite.

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    • Yes, I learn a lot from eavesdropping on my grandsons! I never thought of the finite/infinite in terms of gratitude. What a wonderful attitude, Michele! I love looking at the concept through that lens.

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  3. I think your grandsons are pretty profound. πŸ™‚ And I love your conclusion here: “God’s light shines out from each one of us. It’s inside of us right now. We don’t have to wait for some remote eternity.” So thankful we can enjoy God’s presence and blessings right here and now. Have a great week, Laurie.

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    • Thank you, Lisa. I think so too, but I am their grandma. πŸ™‚ God’s blessings are abundant in our lives. We just have to accept them. You have a great week too!

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  4. What a marvelous post! I loved your saying we don’t think about heaven when the rent is due tomorrow. We are really immersed in this world. We need to be reminded that our bodies are like clay jars, yet God’s love can shine through us. I needed that reminder.

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  5. That is a very mature understanding of infinity and honestly, I don’t think I could have come up with it. My nephews at age 7 and 8, on the other hand, were starting to ask why cartoon characters didn’t age, lol.

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    • I don’t think I could have come up with it, either. And it took him less than 5 minutes!. These kids are SMART – just like your nephews. Nothing gets by them! πŸ™‚

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  6. I love stories about angels, I can imagine the goodness of God to create innumerable angels. You can’t count them or stars or grains of sand but He can, and hair, blonde, brunette or redhead.Only a third of them fell so we have so many more on our side, and with God for us, well nobody can really be against us.

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  7. I would imagine that those two profound grandkids keep you on your toes! “Out of the mouths of babes” sort of comes to mind here.

    But, your last paragraph sums up so much, “when we love the unloveable, forgive the unforgivable and show mercy to the undeserving, God’s light is shining through us. The eternal inside the material. The treasure inside the clay pot. And an angel whispering to every blade of grass.”

    Yup, I think that says it all.

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  8. We have been going through a rough patch for quite some time, but we are still Rey blessed in many ways. And I tell myself, & my husband, that this too shall pass. It always does. And that sometimes the hardest things provide us the greatest opportunity.

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  9. That was a cute convo to overhear! I wish, especially in the fitness world as well as the celebrity world, there was less obsession with how the “clay pot” looks and more focus on what lies inside.

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  10. This is such a good post. I love the conversation you overheard between your grandsons. It gave you so much food for thought. These words really spoke to me —-> Just like us. Our treasure is on the inside and it abides.
    God’s light shines out from each one of us. It’s inside of us right now. We don’t have to wait for some remote eternity.

    Thank you for joining us at Tell His Story.

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  11. Beautiful post! I love the verse on treasures in clay pots. And it is beautiful how the Lord uses a little car conversation to lead us into worship of Jim and His greatness! Thanks so much for sharing this!

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  12. They are very wise indeed! Impressive! Lovely post, we are strong, but in ways we are fragile and we can break, somehow then I feel we are glued back together and held until we become something like who we were but with healed scars that make us more interesting and more beautiful. Perhaps once we have a few cracks we can let more light in and give more light out to others in need? Thanks so much for linking up for #ABloggingGoodTime

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    • Thank you, Mackenzie. I never thought of it that way – our scars DO make us more beautiful. And the cracks in our pot allow our light to shine on others in this sometimes dark world.

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  13. “When we love the unloveable, forgive the unforgivable and show mercy to the undeserving, God’s light is shining through us. The eternal inside the material. The treasure inside the clay pot. And an angel whispering to every blade of grass.” Such lovely words! Glad I stopped by from Dare to Hear.

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  14. Wonderful! I loved how you looked at the world, which seems so very real and showed a picture of it being so very temporal. Which is so very true, but sometimes very hard to wrap our mind around. And the eternal and heaven as what is truly real and lasting. It is so hard to think in these concepts! And what smart little grandsons you have!

    Thanks for linking up @LiveLifeWell!

    Blessings,

    Amy

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  15. I love the conversation between your grandsons. I often find my own sons conversations have my head spinning with the way they see the world and can easily debate really complex notions as they are coming at it all from a simpler point of view. Fascinating to learn from the young. #DreamTeam

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    • I loved that quote too. I had it on my list of things to think about for months before I could figure out what to say about it! πŸ™‚ I think my grandchildren are astute too, but I am predjudiced!

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