I’ve gardened my entire life.
I plant, weed, water, prune, mulch, and fertilize, but still plants die.
When I replant, I ask the nursery employees for recommendations to increase the plant’s chance of survival in the gardening environment. I describe the other plants in the plot, the amount of sun exposure each day and the condition of the soil.
This slightly improves my success rate.
Still, plants die.
Imagine finding this healthy plant growing in Amsterdam…
…on a busy stairwell, in front of a busy office, on a busy street. The plant preaches a silent sermon. It forces its tiny roots into a crevice filled with wind-blown dirt. It leans into the sun and absorbs any moisture that comes its way.
This plant doesn’t depend on the perfect circumstances to thrive. It thrives in its circumstances.
Then, in our midst of life’s heartaches and busy demands, while the world stomps by, we can preach a silent sermon.