Those which we call weeds do not feel the burden of inconvenience. They thrive in squalor, revile those that do not want them, and rise up in spite of indifference...outright neglect.
Psalm after Psalm recants our Christian response to facing enemies, anguish, judgement, thunderstorms...
Cry out to God for help.
Do you suppose the weeds reach toward heaven with stronger spirit than frail petals that instead call upon human touch? We devote ourselves to brightly colored delicates, and trample upon the ugly and strong.
When it is both, it is all, and the brightness of love shines upon all of us.
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