A Parable*
“I recall my astonishment when, as a novice gardener, I first learned the miracle of perennials. Imagine putting a bulb in the ground one year, and having the flowers come back faithfully, year after year, without ever having to plant them again. It instantly deepened my respect and admiration for the immeasurable cleverness of the Creator.
Armed with this revelation, I pored through bulb catalogues and ordered a colorful mixture that I planted, in the fall, around the birdbath and in a small patch in front of the house. All winter I waited, looking forward to the sea of tulips that would arrive in the spring, just like the picture in the Smith and Hawken catalogue.
Sure enough, in April, a beautiful pattern of green pointed leaves peeked out through the cold ground. Two days later, they were all gone. They had been eaten down to stubs, each and every one. I was crushed. The next two years the same thing happened. The bulbs managed to push up about an inch of leaves, and then they would disappear back into the ground.
I had discovered a critical factor in the growth and cultivation of perennials that was not mentioned in the Smith and Hawken catalogue: jackrabbits. Jackrabbits about in the Southwest, and for the first three years I accepted their eating the tulips as my gift to them; all beings were getting some benefit from our garden, I told myself. Then I decided to build a fence.
The people at our local nursery told me that a small, ten-inch-high fence around the tulips would be enough to discourage the jackrabbits. Even though they could easily jump over if they tried, it would be enough to deter their curiosity. They would simply eat the abundant grasses and weeds instead.
Sometimes it is necessary to stop one thing before another thing can begin.
The following year, I saw for the first time the reds and purples I had only imagined. The fence was a simple prohibition against harmful activity. As soon as the harmful activity was prevented, something in the ground, waiting patiently to be born, could grow.
The traditional thirty-nine prohibitions against working on the Jewish Sabbath gave birth to what one scholar calls “the most precious, inestimable pearl” of Sabbath tranquility. Similarly, most of the Ten Commandments begin with ‘Thou shalt not.’ These prohibitions against stealing, lying, murdering, and the like, if practiced with a fullness of heart, set us free to turn our energies to other things more precious–to honesty, fidelity, generosity, and love…
The Sabbath is a patch of ground secured by a tiny fence, when we withdraw from the endless choices afforded us and listen, uncover what is ultimately important, remember what is quietly sacred.”
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*Muller, Wayne. Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy Lives. New York: Bantam, 2000. p. 141-143