Lent’s end, 2021, approaches 2 ‘worries’ from Matthew 6
my lily, do not worry
25 “‘Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[e]?
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”’
Symbolizing humility and devotion, lilies point to life. As the flowers most often associated with funerals, lilies can symbolise that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death.
Jesus speaks of these flowers while teaching on a mountain, a field. But Jesus is not just speaking words, he is breathing his life into them. He is clothing us in love; his splendour; his words.
My lily is my life, my breathe; my walk. How another sees or views, respects or disdains me, even how my own heart and mind does, has no weight, no matter. Only this present breathe has weight, substance. Only how he covers, clothes me in a moment has meaning. Only how I breathe his words in, then out, in, can answer a life’s prayer.
Jesus will feed my hungers, quench my thirst.
my prayer, for lilies, for my lily…
‘Sate my worry, my worries. Breathe on me, in me my Lord. Let my family, friends, enemies and foes, feel your breathe deeply.
Grow lilies in your field…. grow me with others, with you…’
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