As children we come into this world, pure and innocent. Our hearts and souls are pure and untainted, by the sinners and sins of the world. Unfortunately we do not stay that way. As we grow older and face challenges like deaths of family members, fall victims of crimes or having to deal with difficult health problems, it is natural to loose faith in others. Our hearts and souls become tainted by grief, anger, jealousy, greed or bitterness and we forget to "Love thy Neighbour" and even ourselves. I became a victim of horrible violent physical and sexual abuse, when I was a boy. I have paid a high price ever since, and I am still recovering and trying to cope. Gardening is my refuge from pain and memories that haunt me every day, and has been very therapeutic and healing.
Last Sunday I posted the Parable of the rose. If we only see the thorns and faults in our selves and others we will never grow and bloom as much as we can.
One of my favorite garden plants is White Bleeding Hearts - Dicentra Spectabilis Alba. It reminds me of innocence lost and the beauty of pure white hearts. It shot up in April and became almost a foot tall, before it got zapped by late hard frost, and fell to the ground. I was sure it was dead. But like me, it seemed to be a survivor with an unbelievable resilience. It shot again and is still blooming. It seems to tolerate a lot of shade, since I have planted it were it only gets about 1 hour of sunlight every day. In the dark shade the pure white hearts shine:
In spite of my struggle with trust in others, I never lost my faith in Christ and what he did for me and us. I strive to be a good person and be Christlike. I know that I will fail and never become perfect and have a heart as pure and white as our Saviour. But I will keep trying!