It was the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring. On that morning, as usual, rabbits were scouring for food. Except for a gardener, they were alone in the garden until the women carrying baskets arrived.
Having never seen humans so distraught, the rabbits took a break from their routine. They watched as one of the women approached the Gardener.
Speaking to him, she was suddenly startled. At once, she dropped her basket spilling its contents. Oddly, she seemed not to have noticed the loss.
Mindful of their hunger, the rabbits approached the basket. Yet, they were drawn to continue watching this encounter between the Gardener and the woman. Surprisingly, the woman who had been so distraught seemed to have experienced a new life of awe and joy within her.
"Who is this Gardener?," the rabbits wondered. Obviously, the two humans knew each other. Puzzled, the rabbits recognized the man as the most unique person they had ever seen. He was human, he was spirit. “How so?” they pondered.
When the woman returned to the others, they too dropped their baskets spilling the contents. Not mindful of the baskets, they left the garden praising the Creator.
Soon, the women returned with men. The Gardener was no longer there, but the baskets identified where the women had stood. It was such odd behavior for humans, but no one picked up a single basket. It was as though they were of no use. Instead, the women and the men left the garden together praising the Creator.
Not understanding any of this, the rabbits instinctively knew that they had witnessed something spectacularly glorious. Since that time, on the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring, rabbits around the world have shared baskets to proclaim the glorious experience of the Gardener.
© 2009 Leslye Colvin
Having never seen humans so distraught, the rabbits took a break from their routine. They watched as one of the women approached the Gardener.
Speaking to him, she was suddenly startled. At once, she dropped her basket spilling its contents. Oddly, she seemed not to have noticed the loss.
Mindful of their hunger, the rabbits approached the basket. Yet, they were drawn to continue watching this encounter between the Gardener and the woman. Surprisingly, the woman who had been so distraught seemed to have experienced a new life of awe and joy within her.
"Who is this Gardener?," the rabbits wondered. Obviously, the two humans knew each other. Puzzled, the rabbits recognized the man as the most unique person they had ever seen. He was human, he was spirit. “How so?” they pondered.
When the woman returned to the others, they too dropped their baskets spilling the contents. Not mindful of the baskets, they left the garden praising the Creator.
Soon, the women returned with men. The Gardener was no longer there, but the baskets identified where the women had stood. It was such odd behavior for humans, but no one picked up a single basket. It was as though they were of no use. Instead, the women and the men left the garden together praising the Creator.
Not understanding any of this, the rabbits instinctively knew that they had witnessed something spectacularly glorious. Since that time, on the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring, rabbits around the world have shared baskets to proclaim the glorious experience of the Gardener.
© 2009 Leslye Colvin
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Another beautiful commentary, Leslye. The sun is making it's own this morning, as it rises yet again on Spring. Wednesday was Earth Day, which in my opinion, should be a Holy Day of Obligation, as God's first revelation was creation! No church is as beautiful or fragrant as azaleas, honeysuckle, laurel, ajuga, Star of Bethlehem, and dogwood in bloom.
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