Thursday, July 27, 2017

Jesus the Guerrilla Gardener

Guerrilla Gardening started in the seventies, it’s an attempt by activists to counter the ever-present industrialization of our cities. These people live their days with seed in their pockets. They drop the seeds in crevasses between pavements, or plant it in garbage filled ground in the inner-city. Every seed is meant to be a project of hope, a story of potential redemption. Anna Hunter describes the effort,
"In the barren urban landscape of slate-grey concrete, a single blade of grass poking up through the pavement is a symbol of hope that demonstrates the power of nature to overcome all attempts to suffocate her. This restorative ability is inspiring activists to take back space from concrete and cars, to re-establish green surroundings and reconnect to our source of life, the land" 

We are called to be Guerrilla Gardeners, seed sowers in the kingdom of God. A prayer, a smile, a plea for forgiveness, an act of kindness, a generous heart, a sharing of resources, an act of subversion, an email of encouragement, the relieving of debt, sharing a meal – these are all seed in the kingdom gardeners’ arsenal. Seed on!
I think Jesus was a guerrilla gardener planting seed in hopeless places believing in the power
of God to bring beauty and life into dark places.

Monday, July 24, 2017

What is the kingdom like?

Haiku of discovery


Like a mustard seed,

small, seeming of no account;
yet it surprises.

Like yeast mixed for bread,
lost in the flour’s abundance;
transforming presence.

Like treasure hidden
in a field and forgotten;
a most welcome find.

Like a collector
who searches for a lifetime,
chancing on the prize.

When you find your pearl
nothing else really matters;
you must possess it.

So with the kingdom,
this way of being, of life
abundant and true.

When we were children
they told us of these things; now
they have become real.


© Ken Rookes 2017

Monday, July 17, 2017

Weeds

Haiku for a dilemma



Weeds among the wheat,
useless seeds grow with the grain;
contamination.

Good seed was planted;
where, then, do the weeds come from?
Have to blame someone.

Better pull the weeds
lest their seeds blend with the good;
be responsible.

The master says, No.
You might damage the good plants.
We shall be patient.

Wait for the harvest,
then we’ll properly discern;
sort the good from bad.

The end of the age,
(whatever that means), is time
enough for judgement.

The righteous shall grow,
shine bright, and produce much fruit
in love’s fair kingdom.

Don’t be dissuaded.
Grow strong in the grace of God.
Bear the fruits of love.



© Ken Rookes 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017

Planting in the soul

“Every moment and every event of every person’s life on earth plants something in her or his soul.  For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men and women.  Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity and love.”
Thomas Merton

The sower


The modern Christian?