This is my desk plant. My wife bought me this plant while on a visit to Ikea almost 3 years ago, and it has sat in that place on my desk since. For the most part, it is green and lush and happy, which makes me happy. Also, this is a miracle plant. It is a miracle it is still alive because I am a notorious plant killer. This is plant number 3 for me, and so, everyday it remains more than a brown husk is a win. Honestly, I rarely remember to water, and then when I do, I go on a bender and water with a fire hose till I have drowned the thing (okay slight exaggeration).
Needless to say, I proud of my little plant that could. I have brought it back from the edge of death so many times, I have thought about naming it Lazarus. (Then I remember it is a plant and come to my senses; talking to plants is foolish.) The little leafy beast has come back from death so many times that honestly it has become a mini reminder of life in the face of death. I live in Minnesota where I don’t see a green leaf or blade of grass for about 5 months out of the year. The little green thing in my office reminds me that soon the world will be resurrected in springtime and life will return to this barren tundra. As silly as it sounds, my office plant reminds me of the paschal mystery, resurrection, my salvation, and the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Really? Yes really. Read More