“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, ‘Grow, grow.'” – Barbara Brown Taylor
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.”
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).
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.
Paul shows the path to reconciliation earlier in the same chapter of 2 Corinthians when he wrote: “But 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.
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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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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Yes, the older I get, the more cracks my pot has! 🙂 Thanks for the comment!
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Thought provoking post #globalblogging@_karendennis
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Popping back #anythinggoes@_karendennis
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I seem to be following you!#mixituplinky@_karendennis
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Thank you, Karen!
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…grass here has a lot of growing to do, but once it starts it may be hard to keep up with it!
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Yes, that’s how it usually works, but then we get to enjoy the scent of a freshly mowed lawn!
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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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They certainly did get me thinking. They often do! 🙂
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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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I think your grandsons are pretty profound. 🙂 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. 🙂 God’s blessings are abundant in our lives. We just have to accept them. You have a great week too!
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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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Thank you, Anne! Yes, we need to get rid of enough “self” so that there is room for God’s light to shine through us.
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I like the analogy of treasures contained in humble clay pots.
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Thank you, Jan.
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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! 🙂
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Their conversation is absolutely gorgeous!
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Hahaha! Thank you, Eliza. I think so too, but I’m their grandma! 🙂
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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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My dear MIL loved angels too. I thought about her and how much I miss her while writing this post. Now, I believe she is watching over me like a guardian angel! 🙂
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Thanks Laurie, I’m working on angel posts.
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I will be looking forward to reading them. You inspired me to do a little angel research too, but just for my own knowledge, not to write a post.
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Probably April or May, on my blog under October 2017 is a month of post I did for a Writer’s Challenge if you are interested, thanks Laurie.
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Thank you. I will look for them!
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Wow. This is not only thought provoking, but really beautiful prose, friend! So glad I popped over. laurensparks.net
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Thank you so much, Lauren. I am so glad you popped over too!
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A beautiful story. How did the Marine Corp run go!?
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Thank you, Tamar. It was awesome and my hamstring behaved! 🙂
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I love reading your writing! The way you use everyday anecdotes and make connections and then tie it all up with what you’ve learned makes for a very great read! Thank you!
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Thank you so much. The feeling is certainly mutual! You are such a talented writer.
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Nope, I don’t think you are just prejudiced Laurie – these kids are having amazing conversations and thoughts. I don’t remember thinking that deeply way back then. I think they take after you.
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Oh, no, Linda. I can’t take credit for that. I couldn’t have come up with that if I had a week to think about it! 🙂
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Your grandsons are deep thinkers – that’s a good thing.
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“The treasure inside the clay pot. And an angel whispering to every blade of grass.” Such beautiful words. That was such a lovely read,
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Thank you so much, Veronica!
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Very smart grand kids. They take after grandma. Wonderful revelation they came up with. Wonderful how you tied this all together. Great post. Be safe on your next run.
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Thank you, Anita. I think they are smart too, but I am definitely prejudiced.
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Great post Laurie!
Lots of cracks here, each one has its own story of how it cracked but filled with God’s glue holding it together!
Glad your hamstring is healed 😀
Blessings,
Jennifer
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Thank you, Jennifer. I love that image – we are all cracked, but held together with God’s good glue!
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Very lovely and thought-provoking, as always!
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Thank you!
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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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Whew! They keep me on my toes alright! 🙂
Thank you for your comment!
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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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I am sorry to hear that you are going through a rough patch, Judy. Bill and I had an especially rough patch when we were in our early 50s. It did pass. I think yours will too.
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Thanks, Laurie.
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What a beautiful picture of an angel hovering over each blade of grass. I pictured them whispering in my heart, “trust, trust.”
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That is a beautiful mental picture!
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I am impressed he is able to realize that there may be an infinite amount of numbers but there can’t be an infinite amount of things. Great read! #MixItUp
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I was impressed too! Thank you. 🙂
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Wow, your grandsons are wise beyond their years!
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I think so, but I’m their grandma, so not an impartial observer! 🙂
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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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Oh, yes! So true. What is inside is the important part.
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I loved the conversation between the boys! They often say the most pure and profound things.
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I think they are pretty amazing, but I am not impartial in any way! 🙂
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What a cute conversation! Your grandsons are going to be running the world one day 🙂
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Haha! I think so too, but I may not be objective! 🙂
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I used to love to eavesdrop on my kids conversations especially in the car. l love how you are always able to find the meaningful in everyday
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You can learn so much from eavesdropping like that. It’s like they forget you are there, listening! 🙂 Thank you, Deborah!
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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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Thank you, Mary. It’s amazing what you can hear by eavesdropping from the front seat! Thanks for the chance to share.
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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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Thank you, Cheryl. Yes, that’s where my thoughts often go – to the worship of Him and His greatness. Glad you enjoyed the post.
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What a sweet, tender exchange to overhear! Loved it!
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Thank you, Rebecca. I learn a lot by eavesdropping on those two! 🙂
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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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“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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Thank you, Tammy. I am glad you stopped by too! 🙂
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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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I think they are smart, but I may be biased! 🙂 Thank you, Amy.
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What a huge concept to grasp. It’s so easy to get caught up in life and then you remember that this is a fleeting time and then everything changes once again. #GlobalBlogging
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So true, Heather. No one has it all figured out. We all muddle through the best we can! 🙂
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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 learn so much just by eavesdropping on their conversations from the front seat! It’s like they forget I am there! 🙂
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I love the quote from the Talmud and had it hanging in my office at work for many years. Your grandsons are very astute but children are wiser than most adults give them credit.
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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! 🙂 I think my grandchildren are astute too, but I am predjudiced!
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