Wednesday, December 22, 1999
Wednesday, December 22, 1999
And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid
him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
Dressed in old gardening clothes with a spade over one shoulder, he patrolled the streets of a
nearby neighborhood until he found a house whose garden tempted him. Then he rang the bell
and, tipping his hat respectfully to the lady of the house, introduced himself as "Willie," an
odd-job gardener with one free afternoon a week. His employer found Willie an absolute treasure.
Until, alas, one day a knowledgeable visitor looked out through her window and gasped, "Good
heavens, what is Sir Lawrence Bragg doing in your garden?"
In a similar fashion you and I might gasp, "What is God doing in that stable?"
But God of all creation humbled himself to show us how much we are loved.
(Luke 2:7
NRSV)
It reminds me of a delightful story of William Lawrence Bragg, at twenty-five the youngest
person ever to win the Nobel Prize in physics. Bragg was an avid amateur gardener. When he
moved to London to head the Royal Institution, he reluctantly left behind his beautiful Cambridge
garden. Life in a city apartment made him restless until he found an ingenious solution to his
problem.
Dear God, your love is awesome! Amen.
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