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Berries and nuts are among signs of God’s enduring love for Creation

 

Current headlines may be more than we can bear, but the deep cycles of life carry on

February 16, 2022

Bur oak (photo by Ken Rummer)

Along the High Trestle Trail, berries settle on.

Elderberries hang purple from red branches, dressed like Red Hat ladies out on the town. Honeysuckle opts for Christmas colors, setting red balls among still-green leaves. And the clustered white berries of the local dogwood carry dark center spots that make them look like manic eyeballs.

Seeing the berries cheers me up.

The news may be more than I can bear to watch, but a man on a three-wheel bicycle is gathering elderberries for a batch of wine or a few pints of jelly.

The battle against the virus may be losing some ground, but the honeysuckle managed to turn yellow-white flowers into tiny red spheres again.

Wildfires may be getting wilder, and hurricanes may be getting stronger, but the cardinals that nest in the dogwood thicket have their pantry well-stocked once again.

Despite disaster and disruption, some of the deep cycles of life continue.

In Genesis, at the end of the great flood, Noah offers sacrifices to God. The ancient storyteller gives us God’s response with some internal dialogue that concludes with an assurance.

As long as the earth endures,
     seedtime and harvest, cold and heat,
summer and winter, day and night,
 
  shall not cease. — Genesis 8:22

Deep cycles, life and season, continuing on. That’s what I see in the berries along the trail.

I find comfort in the regularity, even if it feels increasingly fragile. When the migrating insect that feeds on a particular flower arrives at the usual stop to find that the flower bloomed two weeks early due to a warming climate and no flower juice remains, the deep and regular cycles begin to lose their grip.

I hear the seedtime verse in Genesis as God’s intention, but not as a guarantee that God will overrule the effects of climate change. Still, checking on the berries, witnessing circles of life beyond my own, I feel less anxious.

The trees are getting in on the act, too. The bur oak near the entrance to the creek trail is going nuts. It’s showing off new acorns already wearing their distinctive caps. Red buds dangle their browning bundles in preparation for the great seed drop. And near the creek, a broken locust branch still nurtures the spiral seed pods children love to shake like maracas.

That locust branch inspires me. It was a major part of the tree, perhaps twisted beyond its strength by the derecho wind a year ago, broken off mid-tree but not cleanly, still connected by living layers of bark. There it is, broken beyond repair, but still bringing seeds to maturity and dropping life into the future.

In a season of much brokenness, I hear an invitation to embrace the steadiness of bushes and the courage of trees. There is still time to offer our best gifts, our acorns and berries, to the world, and to the future.

The Rev. Ken Rummer writes about life and faith from the middle of Iowa by the High Trestle Trail.

Today’s Focus: God’s enduring love for Creation

Let us join in prayer for:

PC(USA) Agencies’ Staff
Oweeda Kinnaird, Trust Associate, Presbyterian Foundation
Jim Kirk, Associate, Disaster Response USA, Presbyterian Disaster Assistance, Presbyterian Mission Agency

Let us pray

Loving God, we are mindful that you have called your people to sit together in the kingdom of God. We are thankful for new ministries within our midst that give witness to that calling. Amen.