Friday, May 11, 2007

Keepers of the Springs - Part 1

Once upon a time, a certain town grew up at the foot of a mountain range. It was sheltered in the lee of the protecting heights, so that the wind that shuddered at the doors and flung handfuls of sleet against the window panes was a wind whose fury was spent. High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs.

He patrolled the hills and wherever he found a spring, he cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and mold and took away from the spring all foreign matter, so that the water which bubbled up through the sand ran down clean and cold and pure.

It leaped sparkling over rocks and dropped joyously in crystal cascades until, swollen by other streams, it became a river of life to the busy town.

Mill wheels were whirled by its rush.
Gardens were refreshed by its waters.
Fountains threw it like diamonds into the air.
Swans sailed on its limpid surface and children
laughed as they played on its banks in the sunshine.

But the City Council was a group of hard-headed, hard-boiled business men. They scanned the civic budget and found in it the salary of a Keeper of the Springs. Said the Keeper of the Purse: "Why should we pay this romance ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our town's work life. If we build a reservoir just above the town, we can dispense with his services and save his salary." Therefore, the City Council voted to dispense with the unnecessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs, and to build a cement reservoir.

So the Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir.

When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure, but the water did not seem to be the same. It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled its stagnant surface.
There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime, and the swans found another home above the town. At last, an epidemic raged, and the clammy, yellow fingers of sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.

The City Council met again. Sorrowfully, it faced the city's plight, and frankly it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs. They sought him out in his hermit hut high in the hills, and begged him to return to his former joyous labor. Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds. It was not long until pure water came lilting down under tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed reservoir.

Mill wheels turned again as of old.
Stenches disappeared.
Sickness waned and convalescent children
playing in the sun laughed again
because the swans had come back.

Do not think me fanciful, too imaginative or too extravagant in my language when I say that I think of women, and particularly of our mothers, as Keepers of the Springs. The phrase, while poetic, it true and descriptive. We feels its warmth...its softening influence...and however forgetful we have been...however much we have taken for granted life's precious gifts, we are conscious of wistful memories that surge out of the past; the sweet, tender, poignant fragrances of love.

Nothing that has been said, nothing that could be said or that ever will be said, would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to make articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to out mothers.

So I shall make my tribute a plea for Keepers of the Springs, who will be faithful to their tasks.

There never has been a time when there was a greater need for Keepers of the Springs, or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed. If the home fails, the country is doomed. The breakdown of home life and influence will mark the breakdown of the nation.

If the Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are unfaithful to their responsibilities, the future outlook of this country is black indeed. This generation needs Keepers of the Springs while will be courageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted.

It is not an easy task; nor is it a popular one, but it must be done for the sake of the children, and young women of today must do it.

-Dr. Peter Marshall

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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This post is the first part of Dr. Peter Marshall's sermon, Keepers of the Springs. A little while back, I posted an excerpt from this sermon, but as Mother's Day approaches, I thought it might be appropriate to post the whole thing. There will be two more posts that I will post in succession over the next two days.

I hope that the mothers who read our blog will be encouraged, and though I am no mother (yet), I want to be this kind of mother.

2 comments:

Anna S said...

Thank you for posting this. It was lovely - and very much needed.

Anna Naomi said...

Great idea Miriam! Peter Marshall had some wise words. I pray that all of our mothers (and those who aspire to be mothers one day!) are blessed by reading it.