How’s the vineyard doing? Now in it’s third, year I get asked that question from time to time. Recently I had to confess some nervousness about how I think it is doing. Truth is I feel in a bit of a dilemma concerning my newest plantings. They’re not growing as anticipated; not like I remember from the planting of past years. They’re green and flexible. They have life in them but they’re not running down the trellis like I think they should. In fact several vines show no signs of new growth at all. They seem to have reached a place of status quo, of maintaining, and therein lies the dilemma. I want to do something; to make something happen. I want to help them out. As long as they are alive and healthy they don’t need my help. They carry a promise and they will grow into that promise.
There was a couple named Abram and Sarai who carried a promise of generations as numerous as the stars. After a long period of seeing nothing happen they took matters into their own hands and tried to help the promise along a little. It caused a mess.
Several times I have headed to the vineyard, pruning snips in hand, with the intent of clipping the non-growing ends of the young vines in hopes that it would spur growth from somewhere else along the stem. Then I remember they have ‘promise’ in them and, as counterintuitive as it is, I turn and put the snips away. Faith by definition involves a dilemma. I’ll wait. We’ll see.