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The Flower Boxes

The Flower Boxes

February is a big month for florists, and some will elevate their prices to take advantage of the captive market. If price determines value, a mid-February rose has more value than that of a May rose.

This puts me in remembrance of an object lesson I witnessed as a twenty-year-old, one that I’ve never forgotten. It was (none of your business) years ago and I cannot recall the presenter, so I am unable to give credit. If you know, please tell me and I will attach credit.  For now, I am going to call him, “Martin.”

Martin stood at the front of our church and, on some music stands, lined up a number of flower boxes. You may know exactly the type of boxes I am describing; the type in which a dozen roses would be delivered.

They were all the same size, but with many different decorations and color choices. All but one was very crisp, clean, and pretty. Beside the three pleasing-looking boxes was one that was damaged and soiled.

Martin asked the audience, “Based on your assumptions about what is inside, which box would you choose?” He asked for honesty and then asked for a show of hands as he pointed to each of the colorful boxes. All three of the pretty boxes received many votes. The damaged box received one vote. Martin asked the solitary responder why he had chosen the damaged box.

“I felt sorry for it,” the man replied, and most in the crowd chuckled.

Martin went to the first of the pretty boxes and opened it. Inside was a group of daisies. There was no other adornment, just the flowers. On to the next he went. Inside was a group of tiger lilies with no adornment. On to the third. He revealed the unadorned grouping of buttercups.

“These are all colorful-looking flowers with a major element in common,” Martin continued, “they all grown naturally in the wild. They need no care from a gardener other than avoiding destroying them. They are all beautiful, pleasing to most of us, and in this case, they arrived in a pleasant looking box.”

Martin turned to the last box that remained. “This one did not arrive in a sturdy box.” Martin picked up the box and, lifting the lid, carefully removed the contents; a lovely adorned—and obviously cared for single rose.

“This flower,” he said, “has required special care, but only to maintain it. It was created beautiful even though it was placed in a damaged box.

Martin continued. “Most of you may not know it, but I have four daughters. I love all of my daughters, but one is special. She doesn’t talk like the rest of us and she doesn’t have a very high IQ. She very much depends on me and her mother to navigate life. It’s obvious just by looking at her, that the world would deem her “damaged.”

At this point he gazed again upon the rose. “This ‘rose’ is our beautiful daughter. The world just sees the box, but we are blessed and gifted by God to enjoy the beautiful rose inside. We love all our daughters and they are all beautiful in their distinct ways, but one cannot help but admire the beauty of our special flower.”

He returned the rose to its box.

“Many look at the box carrying our beautiful rose and quickly move on to other boxes. This is to their detriment, because it is unlikely they will ever be able to gaze upon the beauty that is our rose.”

That’s a beautiful reminder for all of us as parents. Our children are a gift from God, entrusted to our care to nurture and love. Today would be the perfect time to stop what we’re doing long enough to appreciate the oh-so-precious treasure that God sent just to us.

By: Dave Trouten is the married father of two teenage boys and a Division Chair & Professor of Communication at Kingswood University.

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