9th Sunday After Trinity

Let us pray.

Lord, you have faithfully tended this vine.

Give us the courage to trust

That you will faithfully tend it still

Through good times and bad.

Amen.

……………..

One of my favourite books as a child

Was The Secret Garden.

It’s the story of poor Mary Lennox,

An unhappy child who loses her parents,

So she moves in with her sad uncle Archibald

And his sick son, Colin.

Uncle Archibald is grieving the loss of his wife, Lily,

Who died giving birth to Colin.

Colin is confined to his room,

Unable to walk,

Neglected and kept secret,

Just like his mother’s garden.

Uncle Archibald is so stricken by his grief,

That he fears to ever love a living thing again,

In case it might die.

Even a garden.

Even his own son.

With the help of a friend called Dickon,

Mary discovers her aunt Lily’s secret garden,

And through their tender care,

The garden revives.

It grows and thrives,

It awakens light and life and joy

Throughout the whole family,

Not just Mary,

But Uncle Archibald and Colin, too.

Colin is so nourished by it,

That he becomes able to walk,

And develop a relationship with his father,

And with his cousin Mary.

I’m not much of a gardener, I’m afraid,

The green thumb seems to have skipped my generation.

But I know that many of you grew up on farms,

And practice gardening yourselves,

So you probably know better than I do

The power of loving the living things that grow

In a garden.

You probably know better than I do

What it means when God tends the vine of His people

And sings a song to His vineyard.

Our readings today speak to the faithfulness of God

In times when it appears as though He is unfaithful.

The vine God has planted is having some struggles, you might say.

It appears to have been neglected,

Just as the secret garden had been neglected.

It wasn’t always like that.

When God brought this vine out of Egypt,

He planted it in good soil.

God took the time

And made the effort to prepare the ground to receive

This precious vine

For which He cared so much.

Under his tender loving care,

The vine grew and flourished.

It became so tall it overshadowed mountains,

It was taller than cedar trees.

Its branches reached from the Mediterranean Sea to the Jordan River,

A distance of nearly 100 kilometers

The same as from here to Vegreville.

That’s a big honkin’ tree!

But now it’s experiencing some times of trial.

It’s suffering the ravages of wild animals

And arsonists.

It appears to the Psalmist that God has abandoned this vine

That He has heretofore tended so lovingly.

That the hedge of protection around it has been taken away

Leaving it at the mercy of those wild creatures

Who have pillaged its land

And torn at its banches.

It appears to be dead.

To have no spark of life left.

It’s common to view such trials as the Psalmist does.

We often speak of lands as being Godforsaken,

Literally, forsaken by the God who created them,

As though such a thing were possible.

It’s common to wonder, as he does,

If we have lost God’s love in some way.

If we have been wrong to trust Him.

And yet, when we look at the Creation He made

And has lovingly tended

For generation upon generation,

We see that what appears to be lost

May yet be found.

What appears to have been neglected

May only be at rest

What even appears to have been destroyed

May be undergoing renewal.

We rightly fear wildfires here, in Alberta,

But scientists tell us that, when not threatening human life,

Fires are good for the earth.

They renew the soil,

They revitalize the watershed.

There are some forests in the world where the trees have adapted

Only to produce seeds

Following a major fire event.

This is not to say that fires don’t destroy,

Of course they do.

It is not to say that we aren’t right to fear we might be caught up in that destruction.

When we say that God is faithful

To the vine he has planted

That does not mean that times of trial will not come,

That they will not be painful,

That we should just get over that pain

Because renewal is coming.

Death hurts,

For plants as well as any human animal.

And we rightly lament the losses we bear.

But it does mean that God has not abandoned us.

It does mean

That the same God who was faithful

To Abraham

And Moses

And Rahab

And those whom time would fail me to tell,

Like the author of Hebrews

Of Gideon and Barack and Samson and Jephthah

And David and Samuel and all the prophets

That same God who tenderly planted the vine

That nourishes the whole earth,

That stretches from the Sea to the River,

That same God who is our Lord Jesus Christ,

Who met his disciples on a mountaintop

And promised to be with us to the end of the age.

That same God the Holy Spirit

Who has never stopped creating

Who renews the face of the earth

That same God

Who has come this far with us

Will never fail us yet.

Therefore.

Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,

Who testify to God’s great faithfulness

Through the very hardest of times

We shall not fear

That we have been forgotten.

God watches each and every sparrow fall.

He laments the loss of even a single bloom.

But He does not allow His grief

To shut Himself away,

Like Uncle Archibald did.

He does not turn His face away from us,

No matter how hard things seem.

As Dickon says,

“Some of the strongest roses will fair thrive on being neglected

If the soil is rich enough.”

And so do not despair.

For the times are hard indeed,

And we cry out to the God of hosts

To look down from heaven;

Behold and tend this vine;

Preserve what your right hand has planted.

But we are planted in rich soil.

And we trust that He will hear us

For God loves the vine He has planted

To which He has been faithful

Generation upon generation

And will give every living thing

A little chance to grow.

Amen.