Early in the morning, I walk into the kitchen to find my winter hyacinth flopped over…It has tumbled into the sink from its perch on the window shelf above the sink–again. The fabulous bloom is too much for this small, curvy vase…I suppose, or is it?
What is going on here? This lovely white bloom stands all day tall and straight giving me great joy as I go about my work. It has grown tall in the window, reaching towards the west. The fragrance wafts above the clanking dishes as I wash.
In this vase, a sort of bondage, the hyacinth has given me a spectacular show. Is this flower groaning…?
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning….Romans 8: 18-22a
When division is apparent and words are stressful and full of malice–does creation
feel the stresses of our nation, our world?
This week will be one of new beginnings and endings for our nation. Legacy and Looking Ahead.
The hyacinth may be a meaningful selection for inaugural week. It is:
- Offered when you have acted thoughtlessly
- Offered as a silent prayer of hope (in white)
The white stars on this plant are like those on our flag.
The juice from the wild hyacinth is starchy and was at one time used as glue…(used as a bookbinder years ago!) perhaps we need some glue to pull us together this week.
The dried root can be used as a styptic (stop bleeding) by contracting and closing tissue around a wound. Hyacinth juice mixed with lemon juice reduces inflammation of abscesses when applied topically. Very useful…if you know how to use it…..
The bulb is poisonous, it contains oxalic acid which is so strong it can remove rust….like our words….some are so strong they too can remove rust.
This plant has been a visual for me…present suffering…future glory.
The inhaled aroma of this flower, delivers a sense of awe. Intensely oily green and intoxicating floral note of great depth. It fills me with wonder. Why does God give me this beauty so abundantly?
We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans...Romans 8:28
Pray: Father, thank you for the beauty of creation. Help us be caretakers of what you have given us–at home, at work, in our communities. Thank you for the signs that creation show us–and the rhythm it gives to our life. Let this week of transition be one that we can be as believers–glue–and not oxalic acid–with our fellow man. Let us trust the Spirit’s groans when we do not know what to pray for…knowing–trusting–the Spirit’s intercession.