Written by Michael Stalcup

“Culture is not a territory to be won or lost, but… a garden to be cultivated.”
—Makoto Fujimura

The hugs we give our kids, the prayers we pray;
the ways we serve our parents, spouses, friends;
the sins forgiven, wealth we give away;
the strangers whom we welcome, ways we bend;
the paintings, poems, stories, songs we play;
the time spent listening, the words unsaid—
the mundane faithful acts of each new day,
though sown unseen, produce a garden bed.

You said this world would hate us, wage a war
against your love—and yet you send us forth
as farmers against fortresses: to tend
this fallen garden that you seek to mend.
We know not how your kingdom comes—but sow
in hope that roots and leaves and fruit will grow.

Originally published in Cultivating. Shared with the Worship for Workers Project of Fuller Seminary by Michael Stalcup