In which one bouquet of daisies is complete

by Craig on July 1, 2011


The end of the old month and the beginning of the new – just as I come to the end of the first half of the Bible daisy field and get ready to step foot into second half.

If you’re new to this study of biblical daisies, in order for any of this to make sense – you have to read this first. You’ll heart the daisies.

The first half was full of the real daisies of actual people from the Gospels and Acts. The daisies that lie ahead are from the letters, and they’re about doctrine, and information, and theory.

Actual daisies differ from theoretical ones,
but provide the context by which to define them.

The first of the lasts…

the spectacular purple daisy of God’s salvation.


For I am doing a work in your days, a work that you will never believe even if someone tells you.'” Acts 13:41

It’s this purple daisy that provides the magic for all of our green-ish/white-ish daisies from yesterday. (here)

Three more to go…

next, Paul writes about his green-ish / white-ish daisies / yesterday-ish daisies. Once on his way into Jerusalem to give a progress report – and once on his way out again…

From there they sailed to Antioch, where they had been commended to the grace of God for the work they had now accomplished. (Acts 14:26)

Barnabas wanted to take with them also John, who was called Mark, but Paul insisted that they should not take with them someone who had deserted them at Pamphylia and who had not continued with them in their work. (Acts 15:37,38)

And the last…last…

a white daisy…


Paul, describing his most prominent green/white daisy to some influential people:

I preached the need to repent and turn to God, and to do works giving evidence of repentance. (Acts 26:20)

I once taught a class of kids about these daisies.

I had one of them come up and stomp on my foot.
I picked a kind-hearted child with a small foot.
He did it once, then I asked him to say sorry and repent.
He said sorry, but then asked earnestly…

“What’s repent?”

“Good question.” I answered.

Next I brought up another small, but mischievous kid and told him, quietly enough that the rest of the kids couldn’t hear, that he had permission to keep stomping on my foot after he said sorry and promised not to do it anymore.

He stomped. He said sorry. He promised.
He stomped. He said sorry. He promised.
He stomped. He said sorry. He promised.

As he was about ready to stomp the last time I lifted him up and thanked him for his kind and fervent participation – and turned to the class who by now resembled a raucous herd of giggling hyenas.


They were still uncontrollably giggling as I asked, “Anybody get the point?”

And it was the mischievous one who said…

“It doesn’t do much good if I say sorry, and promise, if I keep stomping on your feet.”

Light bulbs sprang up like daisies and…

Every. Hyena. Suddenly. Stopped. Laughing.

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A. July 1, 2011 at 5:48 pm

OK, Craig. This is good. Especially that last part about how they all stopped their noise and why. Yet, we are told to forgive a bunch of times. So, the promises don’t really count until they are proven by works….so those Christians who drive around with the bumper stickers that brag that they aren’t perfect, only forgiven….somehow that always strikes me as arrogant, as in, “my daddy is RICH so he will keep paying my bail when I keep doing bad things and getting thrown in jail…” As though that somehow makes them-the ones with the rich daddy-better than the ones who don’t have a rich daddy and remain in the hot, stuffy, stale cramped cell.

I know that whatever motley amount of whitish daisies I might manage to have are likely spattered with mud, and I don’t like that they are. I am glad you are keeping us here in the daisy patch.


Craig July 1, 2011 at 6:00 pm

those bumper stickers have always irked me a little bit too A. I guess the thing is to admit that we are imperfect, but we still need to strive for perfection, like I’ve said before, the quest for perfection but grace for the quest. People who abused grace go all the way back to the time of Paul.

And when the kids stopped their laughing – you could see the light bulbs popping up – they “got it” – for a number of minutes it was just silence, and all of them looking around at each other, and it me – priceless.

And all of our white-ish daisies are muddy – we just need to be honest about it, to each other, and of course to God – and to ourselves. God bless you A.


Layla Payton July 2, 2011 at 12:08 am

Ummm…totally stealing this lesson plan for my youngest! Though I may let him stomp on some daisies instead. I like my feet un-stomped on. LOL! Seriously, I think we could use this in our family devotional. Awesomeness. :)


Craig July 2, 2011 at 7:43 am

steal away Layla, the idea is totally mine, no copyrights are anything – by the way the mischievous kid grew up to be a youth pastor – go figure (◠‿◠) wait till I write about the time that I talk to kids about the Trinity (◠‿◠). God Bless you Layla – and thank you!


Debbie July 2, 2011 at 2:53 am

Beautifully illustrated, Craig! Thank you for the daisy shows and the heart behind them. God bless you!


Craig July 2, 2011 at 7:45 am

I am truly happy beginning to heart daisies – I see the word” works” now – and all I can think of is daisies. To be honest, the word used to irk me, but not anymore, daisies are good – at least the ones without black and them – and even some of the yellow ones. God bless you Deb.


Michelle July 2, 2011 at 5:44 am

There is so much wisdom in this today, especially from the mischievous one.


Craig July 2, 2011 at 7:47 am

the mischievous one (◠‿◠) I have another story involving him and an object lesson about right and wrong. He was a good kid – reminded me – of me – never meaning real trouble – just getting into it. And he was wise on that day was the not? Thank you Michelle, thank you, and God bless and keep you this day.


Renee July 3, 2011 at 7:51 am

Great object lesson! I may have to borrow sometime. Beautiful pics in this touching post. Blessings!


Craig July 3, 2011 at 2:21 pm

Borrow away Renée. Just please promise not to write the best-selling book until I get a chance to write it first :-) and thank you for noticing the pictures – I heart finding just the right pictures to put the words – it’s the most relaxing part of the time it takes to write each blog post – and the easiest – and sometimes the most rewarding. Thank you for noticing. God bless and keep you and all of yours Renee.


Debra July 3, 2011 at 2:50 pm

Where did you teach these children? I love hearing a child’s reaction to truth. I’m assuming this was a Sunday school class or perhaps children’s church? Or did you teach in a Christian school? I know it couldn’t have been a public school if you discussed repentance :( I used to play ‘church’ when I was little, and I was the preacher. Here’s my first poem.
When I was young
and not quite tame
I played a favorite game
I lined my dollies in a row,
Called each one by his name
And pointing my index finger
And each and every one
I preached to them a sermon
Until their souls were won.
I even took my ‘born-again’ cat (who looked just like Laska by the way) to the backyard and plunged him in the bucket of water by the back steps. He zipped out of there faster than a jack-in-the-box, fur drenched and limp as a soaking wet dishrag, shaking and slinging water all over me and my clothes, and then darted under the pack house and out of sight. So don’t even think about baptizing Laska because he won’t like it :(


Craig July 4, 2011 at 2:25 pm

Debra, this was maybe the very first time that I read a comment and laughed uncontrollably. It started cute – with a little girl pretending to be preacher. When I was that age I didn’t even know what a preacher was. And your poem? It’s a brilliant effort – almost a hymn. But when I got down to the “born again” cat – who looks like Laska the love Kitty – and his baptism – and your advice not to baptize Laska – that’s when the laughter broke out. So, so, so funny! thank you for that! And I’m with you – I think Laska would be more of the sprinkle type then the dumk type. I can’t believe you baptized your cat! :-) God bless you Debra!


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