The Wright Stuff

We celebrated the death of my dear old Dad on June 1, three weeks short of turning 96. He lived a long and God-fearing life of humble witness to his Saviour. We had a funeral in which many stated their memories of this role model, not just in formal talk, but in the chatter that followed the “official” bit. The focus was on a living relationship – his relationship with God and relationship with others. Dead religion was not there.

Read more: Thanks, Dad

I was trimming one of our little hedges the other day. It is a job that allows one to meditate a bit. It is a variegated (Buxus) box hedge standing about 30cm high and bounds a garden for annuals, where the driveway forks. The drive encircles the house. 

Read more: Establishing boundaries

We were in a different town that Sunday and went to a worship service with our hosts. The auditorium was large and filled with worshippers – some in family groups, some enjoying the place and the experience with their friends. 

The music was superb. Many came with their financial gifts, which they willingly parted with. Some of the giving was selfless and had no apparent regard for what I would call fiscal responsibility! But such is the spirit of those who come in true worship. 

Read more: If life is worship, to whom do we bow?

The bellbird flitted through the fuchsias near our front door, hanging upside down at times as its beak explored inside each flower, and there it found sweetness –  which no doubt drove it on to find more.

We have about 5 acres of garden, so there are lots of flowers to check on! How did the bellbird know there would be nectar there?

Read more: Made to chase the nectar