January 27, 2006
Deodar
Deodar’s a native Indian tree called “timber of the gods.” Ours is planted just out front of the library end of the kitchen at our house and at the head of the driveway whose steep few trucks have ever dared. Some time ago, it replaced a devilwood tree that was not satisfied with its reservations, got moved elsewhere, and promptly went on, as they say, to the great forest in the sky.
Not so, deodar. Starting at about ten feet, it’s now fourteen or so. Its prognosis claims a height of a hundred and fifty with a forty foot spread, but doesn’t bother to say when. Likely, its venue will not allow all that.
At any rate, it bears not the burdens of orthodoxy nor any anxiety about the Network and, like God, just be’s itself, glorifying in the highest. May it keep peace this weekend while we wannabe stewards wrestle with trying to incarnate grace into law at the annual diocesan convention, all the while knowing we really can’t.