Pruning Season

It’s Autumn and that means its harvest time. Harvest time is a time for celebration. The hard work is over and the bounty is here. I suppose that’s why there are so many harvest parties and festivals this time of year. (Not to mention the ritual of the crowning of the many varieties of Harvest Queens complete with fancy sash.)

If we look only to the harvest, we would think it all so easy – all this bounty-gathering. But alas that is not so. Sowing is the key. But along with the sowing there is a step of even greater importance to the harvest – the pruning.

I am not a farmer and I am not a gardener. But none of that stops me from desiring a bountiful and beautiful garden. Several years ago I attempted to beautify my home and garden by planting many shrubs, caladium bulbs and plants.

Of particular interest to me were these lovely vines I planted along my wrought-iron fence. The vines were to grow up and along the fence and flower in Spring and Summer. I tended mightily to my garden and vines. Watering, weeding, fertilizing and mulching. To my dismay everything began to grow and flourish as planned. It was wonderful.

However, the vines were getting a bit out of control. There were branches going in directions that I did not want. Pruning was needed. I got out my hedge clippers and began pruning away unwanted branches. And encouraging other branches.

The vine looked so much better after being pruned. But as I more closely inspected one of the vines I noticed that I had cut the main stalk. I had pruned so much that I had cut clear through the vine’s base. Now the all the branches growing from that vine would die. Crushing blow.

I did not dig up the stalk base as I was hopeful that I could get it to grow again. However, my hopes for that were dashed when my “helpful” neighbor was pouring weed killer on the sidewalk and poured some in my bed (and on the vine stump) to kill weeds in the bed. The vine stump showed no signs of life for months on end. It just turned grey, brittle and lifeless.

About eight months later God lead me, for the first time in my life, to a passage in the bible. Sitting in my bed, I felt compelled to open the Good Book and read. Never really had that compulsion in the past but I went with it. The scripture I went directly to was John 15:1-8:

1) I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2) He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. 3) You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. 4) Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.

5) I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. 6) If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. 7) If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you. 8) This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.

I instantly began to laugh as I thought of my job at pruning. I hoped that when God pruned He was much more adept at it and didn’t kill what He set out to help bear more fruit.

The very next morning as I let my dog out I glanced at my errant vine stump wishing that I had the skill of an expert that could have helped it to bear more flowers. And I almost passed flat out at what I saw. The vine was growing! Eight months after getting cut within inches of its life and then that life gets poisoned to death – the vine was sprouting new branches. And as my Heavenly Father as my witness, that growth was not there the day before.

The vine grew into a beauty with long, lovely branches with dazzling flowers. Its harvest was bountiful for many years. What took place with my vine, God does for me. As I have been sowing God has been pruning. He has been pruning me the for last few years. And it hurts more than anything I’ve ever experienced. The good news is the pruning does come to an end. Pruning lasts only for a season.

Harvest time is nearing. And when it’s time there will be a celebration fit for a harvest queen. I just hope it comes complete with a fancy sash.

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