Abiding and Bearing Fruit
Fifth Sunday of Easter
(Year B)
Acts 8.26-40; 1 John 4.7-21; John 15.1-8
St. Gregory’s, Long
Beach
I have a confession to make. Today’s Gospel reading always
makes me feel a little inadequate. But not for the reason you might think.
You see, I come from a long line of “green thumbs.” All my
grandparent had wonderful gardens. They all had beautiful beds of flowers and
lush green plants in front of their homes. And in the summer, they always had
vegetable gardens with delicious tomatoes and other assorted veggies. My mother
inherited their abilities. She has roses in her back yard, flowers in the front
yard, and lots of potted plants throughout her house. She likes plants so much
that for years I have sent her some sort of plant for Mother’s Day. A number of
years ago I sent her a Ficus benjamina, no more
than six inches tall. Now, years later, that ficus is taller than I am and
fills a corner in Mom’s family room. Such is her gift with plants. And my
sister is the same. Every summer she plants all sorts of vegetables in her back
yard and has fresh herbs pretty much all year round.