We straightened our aching backs and rubbed the
soil from our hands. Making the new garden was hard work and as yet, our
loving imagination had to work overtime to begin to see its glorious
It wasn’t much bigger than the proverbial pocket handkerchief but on the steep slope was a seat beneath shady trees looking down over potted flowers. On the top side, behind the seat and flowers, was a semi-circle of lavender bushes so small you couldn’t quite see them yet but they were to shield and enclose the resting place.
Everything took you to that high point.
On each side of the formal pathway leading to the enclosed haven, were straight rows of freaked-out looking evergreen Agapanthus and standard shrubs.
As with the lavender bushes, the shrubs were two handspans high and so insignificant your imagination had to work overtime to begin to see them as tall, elegant standards directing and escorting you along the pathway. They took you to the steps between two pillars where you entered the enclosed, restful haven.
I think John the Beloved had something like our garden in mind when he looked at those he called friends. He said ‘now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, we shall be like him …’, (1st John 3:2).
And Paul and Timothy definitely saw the same thing. They said in their letter to the Philippians, the Lord ‘will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body’, (Philippians 3:21).
In the meantime, can we see each other as gardens with a lot of growing to do? With loving imagination we can see each other transformed to something we can only begin to imagine.