Rebuilding the Old Wattle Fence
I had some much needed rebuilding of my old wattle fence (a primitive structure using twigs and branches) to do the other day. As I was working on it, I was thinking about the growing divisions in my once bucolic rural community and how it is that we all need to do the work of rebuilding broken fences. When Jesus says “you are my brothers and sisters” he means it. You are. So how are we being “family” to one another?
As always, thank you for spending time on the farm with me. It’s always great to have you swing by and catch up. Blessings!
20 and the crowd came together again, so that they could not even eat. 21 When his family heard it, they went out to restrain him, for people were saying, “He has gone out of his mind.” 22 And the scribes who came down from Jerusalem said, “He has Beelzebul, and by the ruler of the demons he casts out demons.” 23 And he called them to him, and spoke to them in parables, “How can Satan cast out Satan? 24 If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. 25 And if a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand. 26 And if Satan has risen up against himself and is divided, he cannot stand, but his end has come. 27 But no one can enter a strong man’s house and plunder his property without first tying up the strong man; then indeed the house can be plundered.
28 “Truly I tell you, people will be forgiven for their sins and whatever blasphemies they utter; 29 but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit can never have forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin”— 30 for they had said, “He has an unclean spirit.”
31 Then his mother and his brothers came; and standing outside, they sent to him and called him. 32 A crowd was sitting around him; and they said to him, “Your mother and your brothers and sisters[a] are outside, asking for you.” 33 And he replied, “Who are my mother and my brothers?” 34 And looking at those who sat around him, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! 35 Whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.”
I look forward every Sunday morning to your message on Old Stone Well Farm. It is the first thing I do after making coffee and feeding our cat. I could tell this morning that you were particularly emotional about what is happening in your community – and in so many communities in our country. I am too. Your waddle fence is the perfect metaphor for connecting disparate beliefs with love and acceptance despite differences. My fears and concerns are that the Confederate and Black Lives Matter flag flyers don’t care so much about love and acceptance of those who think differently. Blessings to you, Donna. Your messages enlarge my faith and thoughts.
Thank you for your kind words. Our communities are in need of stronger wattle fences. It is not easy work, and it does weigh on my heart, but in the end I know God is watching us and holding us. May you have a very blessed day!!! 🙂