GREEN GREEN GRASS

The song, “Green Green Grass of Home,” stirs sentiments about seeing the old homeplace of one’s youth. To hear Tom Jones sing and see the lyrics click the link below.

http://www.simplyangel.com/greengreengrassofhome.htm

Last year my brother and sister and I sold our parents’ home. My mother had lived in the home for over 70 years. My parents lived in it all their married life and raised four children there. It had always been the place for me to return from my wanderings.

In more ways than one it seemed like “the still point in a spinning world.”

Before we sold the home I collected some plants from my parents’ yard ---forsythia, lily of the valley, hasta, gardenia, iris, etc. --- and planted them in our yard among all our other plants. Every time I look at them I am reminded of my boyhood home.

But most of all the life of the plants reminds me of the life of my parents. Just as the plants have been transplanted and live on, so do my mother and father live and grow now in a far greener pasture.

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I recall some words from the prophet Isaiah:

“All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of Lord blows upon it. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.”

Perhaps when he gave the Sermon on the Mount Jesus looked out and saw the fields of grass and flowers. He said,

“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? ”

Today is grass cutting day for me. I am glad for the season of spring and summer with green and growth. I give thanks to my wife who built a beautiful home that is surrounded by green green grass. I greatly enjoy coming home every day to our little estate named “Mary Land” in her honor.

All praise to God who cares for me!