From a Garden to a City
The was posted over at Junior Ganymede and I just loved the ideas it inspired in my mind.
There are building metaphors in the scriptures and there are husbandry metaphors in the scriptures. Christ is the building block, for example, and the true vine.
I noticed something about those metaphors today. The buildings all seem to work. They are literally heavenly. In my father’s house there are many mansions. The New Jerusalem is the Eternal City. When something is wrong with the buildings, it is because the builder chose poorly. The foolish man’s house is on sand because he built it there.
Farm and garden metaphors are different. Things go wrong through no fault of the gardener. What more could I have done for my vineyard? The man who sowed the wheat was not the man who sowed the tares. Garden metaphors are about the stubbornness of outside reality.
(Now, curiously, in my own life buildings have been just as recalcitrant as gardens. Houses also insist on their little eccentricities that you can’t do much about.)
What does it mean that life began in the ideal garden and ends in the ideal city?