In the midst of the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius, I had the image of myself as a crabapple tree. Due to the chill air here, they are just leafing & budding these days.
So, in my prayer, I was a crabapple tree on Coles Avenue in full, glorious pink & white blossom but also with fruit which the birds and squirrels were enjoying. Along came Jesus, who tasted the fruit and found it sour, but he reassured me he will boil it down, add a little sugar, and make a scrumptious jelly. He will work with me. Thank you, Jesus! Although, I’m wondering about the boiling down part. . .
In this prayer, one side of me cannot not grow further because another tree blocks the way, but on the other side, I curve over the sidewalk, making a sheltering, inviting archway and get plenty of sunlight and space there. Like water, I flow into available space. My roots go very deep into the sandy soil and drink in the cold, clean water of Lake Michigan, a precious source of life.
Jesus will work with you where you’re at. Let’s do the same for each other.