This is an excerpt from one of the chapters in a book I’ve been enjoying, Edith Schaffer’s “The hidden Art of Homemaking.”
…”But there are spiritual lessons to be learned—examples in the garden that cannot be learned so vividly anywhere else.
“I am the vine, ye are the branches,” says Jesus –and when one works with vines having branches the practical reality brings the words alive. “He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.”
“Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone.” One sits on the ground with a grain of wheat or with a kernel of corn and thinks of this as one pushes it into the ground, gets dirt in one’s fingernails in the process, and pats it with the palm of the hand “But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.” Is it going to rot there, watered and buried, out if sight in the darkness—dead, in such a real sense? Dig it up and see the discouraging ‘first appearances after a day or so—but wait, with water and warmth of sun, with the life within ready to burst, suddenly the first sprouts of appear and you can watch day by day week by week and begin really to feel the reality of what Jesus said as that one grain multiplies itself. “He that loveth his life shall lose it, and he that losesth his life for my sake shall find it.”
One sighs as one gradually realizes that there is simplicity here, and great and complicated depth all at the same time.