Zucchinis Are A Miracle

awakening: miracles

My first attempt at a vegetable garden in my backyard has been a learning experience at best and a failure at worst. The radishes have done great, two of the tomato plants are looking good and will likely produce and the zucchini plants are looking wonderful. Everything else: nuthin'. Noth. In. But, despite the lack of tangible fruits, I've learned a lesson whose value will make the entire experiment worth it even if everything shriveled up and died this very moment.

I planted five zucchini seeds per mound (three mounds) and only one came up. But, that one sprout went nuts! It was amazing watching this thing grow! After a couple weeks of seeing that one plant thrive more than anything else in the garden, I decided we'd be wise to sow some more zucchini seeds and see if we could get a few more sprouts to come in. Meanwhile, the existing zucchini is continuing to grow as if it was on the same stuff Barry Bonds is. Four new sprouts came up on one of the other mounds, two on another and on the mound with the existing heavyweight, one new sprout popped up. By this time, the original plant was so established I didn't really think the new guy had any shot at all, but it went from a sprout to four inches and put out two new leaves. Still, the other one had continued to grow, its leaves were over about a foot-and-a-half broad and it just didn't seem like there'd be enough sunlight for both plants to flourish.

But a couple of days ago, my wife Laura went out to look at the garden and discovered that overnight, the mature plant had completely bent itself to the opposite side of the mound that the new zucchini was growing on. At first, we thought that maybe it was just chasing the evening sunlight and that if we looked at it in the morning it would be back to normal. But it wasn't. It stayed leaned over to the western face of the mound, leaving the east side and the youngling completely exposed to the sun. It is one of the most beautiful things I've witnessed and if you give yourself thirty seconds to think about that happening, it just has to make you smile. In one of Wendell Berry's essays, "Peaceableness Towards Enemies", he says this:

I don't think it is enough appreciated how much an outdoor book the Bible is. It is a "hypaethral book," such as Thoreau talked about - a book open to the sky. It is best read and understood outdoors, and the farther outdoors the better. Or that has been my experience of it. Passages that within walls seem improbable or incredible, outdoors seem merely natural. This is because outdoors we are confronted everywhere with wonders; we see that the miraculous is not extraordinary but the common mode of existence. It is our daily bread. Whoever really has considered the lilies of the field or the birds of the air and pondered the improbability of their existence in this warm world within the cold and empty stellar distances will hardly balk at the turning of water into wine-which was, after all, a very small miracle. We forget the greater and still continuing miracle by which water (with soil and sunlight) is turned into grapes.

When I reconnected with God after many years of being completely confident there wasn't such a thing, I've got to admit that I still didn't believe in Jesus' miracles. That part of the account smelled fishy to me for a number of reasons, but foolishly, the main one was that they were simply impossible. I'm not in that place anymore.

We live, first of all, in a Universe that is too large to actually fathom and it doesn't matter how you believe it began, at some point in time, for some reason or another, It began. That alone is cause enough to stop and consider everything. And not only is there a Universe in which gigantic galaxies (to us) are miniscule specks (to It), but within those miniscule specks the most amazing things are happening.

Zucchini plants request and are granted space and sunlight. How does it ask? Zebras have vertical black and white stripes because when they scatter as a herd it confuses the color blind lion amongst them. How did they know the lion is color blind? Honeybees dance in a figure-eight using speed and direction to tell the other bees how far and in what direction they can find flowers. How does that even get started?! When I consider the natural world, it occurs to me that it is a far greater miracle than something petty and remedial, like walking on water or turning that water in to wine.

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Comments

[Richard Carpenter]

As I sleep out in a tent amongst the green hills of Ohio, my heart says...yes.

[Reagan Pugh]

Brian,Wow, a beautiful, wonderfully communicated thought. I have been reading John and I’ve found myself nearly unable to believe that Jesus actually performed the miracles He did. I then try to solve the problem myself by figuring that perhaps Jesus’ miracles were just an interpretation of how great a person He was. I don’t know how I find myself in that corner, trying to interpret scripture into something that sounds good to me, but I often do.Soon I hope to grab my Bible, head to the ocean and allow God to show me miracles in the text and the salty sea.Thanks,Reagan

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