A Moment of Worship

A few weeks ago, I put my garden to bed. I had a moment of worship. Let me explain.

Part of the rhythm of getting my garden ready for winter is clearing out my compost tumbler. It is a black plastic barrel that takes all my summer melon rinds and wilted lettuce. It all goes into the black hole! I clear that out before winter and load it afresh with fall leaves!

Something wonderful happened as I tilted the barrel. I stuck my shovel into the black soil at the bottom of the barrel and it moved. In a word, it writhed. Pink creatures began writhing everywhere. Earth worms! Those beautiful pink friends had been working all summer and changing rotted rinds into rich compost. And what a job they do!

This is a process called vermiculture. I’m convinced that this is even more effective in Seattle than traditional heat composting.

Okay, on to my moment of worship. The worms were not the aim of my worship. I paused to just be utterly amazed at the Creator God who put all this together. How intricate. How utterly robust. How foolproof. Banana peels and old bread become life sustaining soil.
The earth declares the glory of God (Hab. 2:14). And yes, worms and compost do too.