A Dirty Day

I am sore.

And because I am sore, I real­ize just how much of a seden­tary lifestyle I lead. Sure, my job requires me to be on my feet for most of the ten hours I’m there, and many nights require a lot of phys­i­cal labor, depend­ing on the work load.

But on “my” time, I don’t do a great deal of what could be called “phys­i­cal” labor.

I say that heav­ily to my shame because one of the very first things God does to man is to put him in the gar­den so that he may tend to and keep it.

That pur­pose has never been rescinded. Even when man was expelled from the gar­den in Eden (the gar­den wasn’t Eden; the gar­den was in Eden), God makes it clear that man was still to tend to the earth — if not, then the curses lev­eled against man wouldn’t seem all that bad at all.

Today, I finally started to step into that curse so that I may redeem my por­tion of the garden.

And I’m sore.

Perhaps I could have saved myself a lot of work by using our elec­tric hedge trim­mer, but why bother with that when a man­ual trim­mer works just as well? (“Simplify, simplify.” — Henry David Thoreau)

And per­haps we could have dri­ven to Walmart to buy the afore­men­tioned trim­mer, but we instead chose to walk. I don’t think I’ve walked that much all at once in at least a cou­ple of years.

At least, that’s the impres­sion I’m get­ting from my legs’ protests.

But Alicia & I made quite a bit of progress in our front yard today. We cleaned out one of our flower beds so that we can finally do some­thing with it. We trimmed back some vines that were look­ing like they’d take over our porch if left to them­selves. And I man­aged to get rid of one of our rogue rose bushes.

I’m sore, but I feel good.

I feel as though today was a turn­ing point for me, at least inso­far as my respon­si­bil­ity to the earth goes. I’ve been talk­ing about want­ing to do some­thing with our yard for years; today, that faith has begun to show signs of life!

Earlier, before the yard project got under­way, I ordered a com­post­ing bin. I’m excited to know that we’ll be able to do some­thing pro­duc­tive with our food scraps; although, we do have sev­eral heaps of yard waste — vines, twigs, weeds, and so forth — that will likely be used to get our com­post started.

It’s been fif­teen or more years since I’ve han­dled rich, hot soil from a com­post bin. If you’ve never felt it, then I sim­ply point out that you are miss­ing out on some­thing amaz­ing, not even tak­ing into account the awe­some­ness of get­ting superb soil out of a bin for­merly filled with food and nature’s scraps!

Tending to your part of the gar­den… Just one of the many vir­tu­ous things we Christians should claim, and when we do so, we fol­low the exam­ple of our Father, the pri­mor­dial Planter of all that grows.