Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Currant Bush ~ "God Is The Gardener"~

A favorite story of mine ~ Enjoy!
"The Currant Bush by President Hugh B. Brown, 1883-1975

You sometimes wonder whether the Lord really knows what He ought to do with you. You sometimes wonder if you know better than He does about what you ought to do and ought to become. I am wondering if I may tell you a story. It has to do with an incident in my life when God showed me that He knew best.
I was living up in Canada. I had purchased a farm. It was run-down. I went out one morning and saw a currant bush. It had grown up over six feet high. It was going all to wood. There were no blossoms and no currants. I was raised on a fruit farm in Salt Lake before we went to Canada, and I knew what ought to happen to that currant bush. So I got some pruning shears and clipped it back until there was nothing left but stumps. It was just coming daylight, and I thought I saw on top of each of these little stumps what appeared to be a tear, and I thought the currant bush was crying. I was kind of simpleminded (and I haven’t entirely gotten over it), and I looked at it and smiled and said, “What are you crying about?” You know, I thought I heard that currant bush say this:
“How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. I was almost as big as the shade tree and the fruit tree that are inside the fence, and now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me because I didn’t make what I should have made. How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.”
That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and someday, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’ ”
Years passed, and I found myself in England. I was in command of a cavalry unit in the Canadian Army. I held the rank of field officer in the British Canadian Army. I was proud of my position. And there was an opportunity for me to become a general. I had taken all the examinations. I had the seniority. The one man between me and the office of general in the British Army became a casualty, and I received a telegram from London. It said: “Be in my office tomorrow morning at 10:00,” signed by General Turner.
I went up to London. I walked smartly into the office of the general, and I saluted him smartly, and he gave me the same kind of a salute a senior officer usually gives—a sort of “Get out of the way, worm!” He said, “Sit down, Brown.” Then he said, “I’m sorry I cannot make the appointment. You are entitled to it. You have passed all the examinations. You have the seniority. You’ve been a good officer, but I can’t make the appointment. You are to return to Canada and become a training officer and a transport officer.” That for which I had been hoping and praying for 10 years suddenly slipped out of my fingers.
Then he went into the other room to answer the telephone, and on his desk, I saw my personal history sheet. Right across the bottom of it was written, “THIS MAN IS A MORMON.” We were not very well liked in those days. When I saw that, I knew why I had not been appointed. He came back and said, “That’s all, Brown.” I saluted him again, but not quite as smartly, and went out.
I got on the train and started back to my town, 120 miles away, with a broken heart, with bitterness in my soul. And every click of the wheels on the rails seemed to say, “You are a failure.” When I got to my tent, I was so bitter that I threw my cap on the cot. I clenched my fists, and I shook them at heaven. I said, “How could you do this to me, God? I have done everything I could do to measure up. There is nothing that I could have done—that I should have done—that I haven’t done. How could you do this to me?” I was as bitter as gall.
And then I heard a voice, and I recognized the tone of this voice. It was my own voice, and the voice said, “I am the gardener here. I know what I want you to do.” The bitterness went out of my soul, and I fell on my knees by the cot to ask forgiveness for my ungratefulness and my bitterness. While kneeling there I heard a song being sung in an adjoining tent. A number of Mormon boys met regularly every Tuesday night. I usually met with them. We would sit on the floor and have Mutual. As I was kneeling there, praying for forgiveness, I heard their singing:
“But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.”
(Hymns, no. 270)
I arose from my knees a humble man. And now, almost 50 years later, I look up to Him and say, “Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for cutting me down, for loving me enough to hurt me.” I see now that it was wise that I should not become a general at that time, because if I had I would have been senior officer of all western Canada, with a lifelong, handsome salary, a place to live, and a pension, but I would have raised my six daughters and two sons in army barracks. They would no doubt have married out of the Church, and I think I would not have amounted to anything. I haven’t amounted to very much as it is, but I have done better than I would have done if the Lord had let me go the way I wanted to go.
Many of you are going to have very difficult experiences: disappointment, heartbreak, bereavement, defeat. You are going to be tested and tried. I just want you to know that if you don’t get what you think you ought to get, remember, God is the gardener here. He knows what He wants you to be. Submit yourselves to His will. Be worthy of His blessings, and you will get His blessings.

Hugh B. Brown, “The Currant Bush,” New Era, Apr. 2001, 12
See also his talk: "God is the Gardener"

The Articles of Faith of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints~
Second Article of Faith:  We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression.
As I have pondered on the 2nd Article of Faith; I do believe that we are responsible for our own sins and not Adam's transgression.  During the war in heaven Satan wanted to take away our agency. Our agency is a gift from God that enables us to choose our own path. We can decide to be obedient to the commandments or not. In other words we are accountable for our choices  each moment our life. The circumstances of the fall gave Adam and Eve the opportunity to exercise their agency.
I love the following scriptures on the Fall of Adam found  in 2 Nephi 2: 22 -26.
22 And now, behold, if Adam had not transgressed he would not have fallen, but he would have remained in the garden of Eden.......
23 And they would have had no children; wherefore they would have remained in a state of innocence, having no joy, for they knew no misery; doing no good, for they knew no sin.
24 But behold, all things have been done in the wisdom of him who knoweth all things.

25 Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy. 
26 And the Messiah cometh in the fulness of time, that he may redeemed from the fall they have become free forever, knowing good from evil; to act for themselves and not to be acted upon, save it be by the punishment of the law at the great and last day, according to the commandments which God hath given. 

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Sue said...

It's comforting to remember that God is the gardener. Thank you.


Galen Pearl said...

Thank you for sharing not only the story, but parts of your Mormon scripture. I appreciate learning more from you.

Barb said...

Hi LeAnn!

I loved that story too - thank you so much for reminding me that God is in control.

Hugs and Love,

singing/granny said...

Thanks LeAnn! I love that story too! Melody

Joy For Your Journey said...

I have always loved that story as well. It is nice to be reminded of it. Things in our lives are a bit crazy at the moment--as in being turned upside down. It is such a comforting thought to remember that God is in charge.

Just Ramblin' said...

For some reason I don't recall that story. But I appreciate your sharing it especially since I have a friend whose daughter is going through some difficult times. If you don't mind, I think I'll share it with her. It is always good to be reminded of who is in charge and that Heavenly Father knows what is best for us to help us become who he knows we are.
Also, every time I try to send you an email for leaving such wonderful comments on my blog it comes up "no reply". Please know that I appreciate your visiting.
Take care. Nola

Mom of 12 said...

I remember picking currants with my mom. She made them into jam. They are not my favorite...too tart, but I loved that they grew wild and we could just have them if we were willing to take the time to pick them.

Pamela said...

God's ways are higher than our ways. Sometimes that seems hard to hang onto but I've never had it fail me.

I love currant jelly...haven't had any for a long time. Love that tartness.

Kim-A Creative Spirit said...

Sorry I haven't stopped by. Took a couple weeks bloggy vacation. :o) LOVE the look of your blog. The fall colors inspire me. I got to try wild currants while on a hike in Alaska a few years ago. They were yummy and I brought home some currant jelly to help the experience linger.


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