Hajja Salesjana - May June 2016

23 A newly ordained priest was walking with an older, more seasoned priest in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older minister of God for some advice. The older priest walked up to a rosebush and handed the budding priest a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young priest looked in disbelief at the older one and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry. But because of his great respect for the older priest, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact. It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger priest's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older one began to recite the following poem... God's Rosebud "It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design; But I cannot unfold the petals With these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to such as I. GOD opens this flower so easily, But in my hands they die. If I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of God's design, Then how can I have the wisdom To unfold this life of mine? So I'll trust in God for leading Each moment of my day. I will look to God for guidance In each step of the way. The path that lies before me, Only my Lord knows. I'll trust God to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose."