Sitting for meditation the other day and having noticed the withering flowers at the altar, it occured to me that we bring to the altar only 'cut' versions of ourselves - pieces of time, occasions of the day, some events of the past, few bits and pieces of our inner selves. Just like the cut flowers. And just like cut flowers fade and wither away, faster than the ones not cut and left on the plants, so too do all these 'bits and pieces' of ourselves are like a big jigsaw puzzle before the altar, with quite a few pieces missing.
I've always preferred to place living and flowers (and plants) alive in front of the altar. That way, we do both - honour God and honour creation. Rather than cut flowers and then place them in water on the altar, I prefer the uncut flowers or plants adding beauty with their full life - not life cut short or only when in full blossom.
Perhaps those cut flowers are an analogy of what we actually do with ourselves too - and are happy with it. We only bring the 'best' so to say, to God. Not everything!
I've always preferred to place living and flowers (and plants) alive in front of the altar. That way, we do both - honour God and honour creation. Rather than cut flowers and then place them in water on the altar, I prefer the uncut flowers or plants adding beauty with their full life - not life cut short or only when in full blossom.
Perhaps those cut flowers are an analogy of what we actually do with ourselves too - and are happy with it. We only bring the 'best' so to say, to God. Not everything!
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