Monday, April 23, 2012

I Chronicles 1 – 2 and The Daffodil Principle

I Chronicles 1 - 2

My brother-in-law, who keeps track of the Dillenbeck genealogy must really appreciate Chronicles. If you peruse the first several chapters, you will see that they deal with ancestry, i.e., who descended from whom. The lineage from Adam through Noah is handled in the first 4 short verses of chapter 1. Until Noah’s descendants, there is no attempt to name anyone but those who were the direct ancestors of Noah. Of course, the flood wiped out everyone who would have descended from people outside of Noah’s direct line, so I guess this is understandable.

We get a more detailed description of the descendants of Noah’s sons – Shem, Ham and Japheth. (You have heard of anti-Semitism – the word Semite comes from Shem, but of course, in current usage, Semite refers specifically to Jews.)

In Shem’s line, we see some interesting commentary about Eber’s two sons, one of which was named Peleg (his name means “division.” The other was Joktan. The writer mentions that it was during Peleg’s lifetime that the world was divided into different language groups. Remember the tower of Babel.

I found it interesting that not only Isaac’s descendants were detailed, but also Ishmael and the sons of Abraham’s concubine Keturah were also mentioned.

Did you notice that one of Esau’s sons was named Eliphaz and he had a son named Teman? Remember Job’s “friend” Eliphaz the Temanite?

If you recall, Jacob’s sons were born in the following order:

Son

Mother

Reuben

Leah

Simeon

Leah

Levi

Leah

Judah

Leah

Dan

Bilhah

Naphtali

Bilhah

Gad

Zilpah

Asher

Zilpah

Issachar

Leah

Zebulon

Leah

Joseph

Rachel

Benjamin

Rachel

While Chronicles lists them in the following order: Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Zebulun, Dan, Joseph, Benjamin, Naphtali, Gad and Asher, it begins the detail of their descendants with Judah. This is probably because David was a descendant of Judah.

Did you notice that David was related to Joab, the commander of his army and his two brothers Abishai and Asahel. Asahel is the man whom Abner killed because Abner wouldn’t stop chasing him.

We don’t read anything much about many of the names listed in these first two chapters anywhere else, but I’m sure at the time they were written, the people mentioned here were familiar to those who lived during that period of time.

Tomorrow, it’s Psalm 43, 44, 45, 49, 84, 85, and 87

The Daffodil Principle

I received this in an e-mail:

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, 'Mother, you must come  to see the daffodils before they are over.'  I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. 'I will come next Tuesday', I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house, I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

'Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!'

My daughter smiled calmly and said, 'We drive in this all the time, Mother.'

'Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!' I assured her.

'But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks,' Carolyn said. 'I'll drive. I'm used to this.' 

'Carolyn,' I said sternly, 'Please turn around.'

'It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.'

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, ' Daffodil Garden .'  We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.

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It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swathes of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and  butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

'Who did this?' I asked Carolyn. 

'Just one woman,' Carolyn answered. 'She lives on the property. That's her home.' Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. 'Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking', was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. ' 50,000 bulbs,' it read. The second answer was, 'One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.' The third answer was, 'Began in 1958.'

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

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That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at a time--and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world

'It makes me sad in a way,' I admitted to Carolyn. 'What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!'

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. 'Start tomorrow,' she said.

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, 'How can I put this to use today?'

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting.....

Until your car or home is paid off

Until you get a new car or home

Until your kids leave the house

Until you go back to school

Until you finish school

Until you clean the house

Until you organize the garage

Until you clean off your desk

Until you lose 10 lbs.

Until you gain 10 lbs.

Until you get married

Until you get a divorce

Until you have kids

Until the kids go to school

Until you retire

Until summer

Until spring

Until winter

Until fall

  ;   Until you die...

There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt, and, dance like no one's watching.

If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special. I just did!

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

Until next time…

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