Nearby, Grandma had a gaggle of huge sunflowers growing in the garden. They were a foot taller than me and dazzling to my eyes. Big and beautiful, they seemed to smile at me as I gazed up at them, so I smiled back. I reached out to pick one flower and glanced back to look at Grandma, she nodded her approval so I began to pluck away the petals. “Grandma loves me…she loves me not…she loves me…she loves me not…”
I was feeling the magic of a summer afternoon where blackberries and grandmothers and love would never end. “She loves me… she loves me not… she loves me…” Only one more petal. I stared at it, unable to say the final “loves me not.” A few moments later I scratched my hand on a blackberry brier and broke into tears. “That’s a little scratch for such big tears, Grandma said. But I wasn’t only crying over the scratch. I was crying because there were no more petals. I didn’t want it to end that way. How could I tell her that the magic of the day was gone – she didn’t love me.
I shuffled my feet as we walked back to the house. Once inside the door, there was a pot of full of sunflowers, drooping over the back door’s entry way. Grandma grabbed a flower out of the pot and handed it to me. I reached for a blossom and once again plucked the petals from the golden smile center and within moments I was able to exclaim, “She loves me!” as the last petal fell away.
Grandma nodded as she poured the berries into the sink for washing. I climbed up on the stool beside her and the magic was once again with us. We cleaned the berries, rolled the dough and baked two pies, pies only a grandmother can bake. And through it all we were laughing again. Of course there was never and “interruption” of love between us that day. It existed only in the imagination of a little boy who still believed in the make believe of love-me-not flowers.
But since then I’ve lots of real “love-me-not” moments in my life – moments when I allow myself to believe that love has been denied me. Times when love for my wife, or my boys, or friends, becomes overshadowed by fear, self-righteousness, myths, anger, pride, bitterness, or simple misunderstandings. Yet over the years God has taught me the power of relationship. I’ve learned that the presence of sin or of bad feelings doesn’t have to mean there’s an absence of love.
When the dark moments come, and they come to all of us, I am still tempted to sit quietly by and nurse my little wounds, refusing to see God’s view of the situation. But, as my Grandmother taught me, the secret to restoring the kingdom is never to let the “love-me-not” petal be the last one you touch. You keep on searching and trying until somehow, some way, you end with love.
Relationship. As we discussed last week, Jesus, love, both begin with relationship. As we yearn for a better way forward in missions, we must start with relationship.
PATRICK LAI and his family have worked in SE Asia for over 37 years. His experience in doing business with Jesus has brought him to understand the meaning of work and worship in the marketplace. He started 14 businesses in four countries, six of which are still operating. Patrick and his wife, May, mentor and coach businesspeople working where there are few or no Christians. Check out Patrick’s latest book, Workship, now available in paperback and e-book.