Mighty Oaks

Today I salvaged some old plastic potting pots from the gully out in the woods behind the barn and filled them with dirt given to me as a Christmas present from my nurse. I then took the acorns given to me by Ms Daffron the housekeeper at Davidson Middle School, where the body of Convergence met for a year before setting up in the Coffee Shop, and gave them to my 83 year old mother to plant. Ms Daffron had used acorns from the trees in front of Davidson to make an acorn gelatin, mud-brown and the smell of musty wood soil. She had gotten the recipe from her 83 year old mother who during the Korean War used that gelatin process to help save the lives of her family from starvation. Now as those mighty oaks grow from those seeds planted today I plan to plant them along the road leading to the garden the Lord has prompted me to plant for the community for use in the years ahead. And if the Lord sees fit to keep me around for a few more years I will tell the story of the trees and the dirt and the church and the gelatin and the people and friends God brought together for a season and a time. And in the telling I will bless My Lord the lover of my soul.