God’s Gingerbread

 

Our Victorian farmhouse had some gingerbread, but the ones in the town of Edinburg had much more. As the town was being settled during the 19th century, the houses were built having decorative gingerbread all over, even in the porch rails. However, on a guided tour  of Cape May, New Jersey, the guide told us how the gingerbread was designed to cast shadows that were to be admired. From then on, while admiring Victorian gingerbread straight on, I also looked for the shadows it cast on the house. The guide’s  shared wisdom gave all gingerbread from then on a new dimension.

Across the road from where I ride, is a planting of crepe myrtles in Brenda’s yard. They have not suffered, as the Grumpy Gardener says, “crepe murder” so they branch out from their base. The multiple branches gracefully move upward, and they produce limbs that intertwine with all. Left as designed by our Maker, they are beautiful trees, even when bare of blooms. The mature ones across the road are planted in a large bed of seven trees that form a right angle. A row of  five, then two at a right angle.

This morning’s ride was earlier than usual and getting out sooner offered a new scene of the yard and area. The sunlight filtered through the many  pines in our yard and ended, at first light, on the crepe myrtles across the road. Shadows abounded. The planned tangle of their limbs cast a rainbow of shadow. They shadowed each other, the  ground, and the brick side of Brenda’s house. As the sun rose more, its light captured the other four crepe myrtles of the planting and soon Brenda’s yard was a cast of crepe myrtle shadows in  vertical, horizontal, and angular softness.

Over my seventy-two years of living, I have admired various gingerbreads. The houses of Cape May, New Jersey offer outstanding examples.  The gingerbread in and around Edinburg, Virginia, which was made by Jim Sheets, is good, too. But what I saw this morning is best of all. I think it is the early Church Father Tertullian who writes, “Nature is the teacher, the soul is the pupil.” Finishing my ride, the sun higher in the rich, blue morning sky, I looked at the fading shadows across the road knowing that man’s gingerbread is good, but God’s is better.

One thought on “God’s Gingerbread

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s