I find myself going back to the compost heap every odd now and then. Digging in the pile of shit, looking for something, God knows what. Hoping that if I work it through, turning it inside out, I will speed up the decomposing process.
But that’s not how manure turns into compost. You have to let it be. Let Father Time and Mamma Nature do the work. You have to release control and rest in God’s good intent.
That’s the great thing about this time of year, the big lesson Life teaches us as the season changes. It reminds us that we have to slow down. Take it easy.
In a society where power and competence equals success and success equals money, our way of life quickly becomes our Way of Faith. Suddenly there is no room for error when it comes to God. No time to waste. No space for grace. If you want to get rid of something you chuck it out. If you want fertilizer, you buy it. You don’t waste your time waiting.
You "just do it".
But as the leafs rot and the smell of old forest floor settles underneath the compost heap in our back garden, I am encourage to the leave behind the fast lane of a success driven religiosity and travel the tricky road in search of a deeper understanding of Life.