I
am a beekeeper now. But it is mostly by
accident and I don’t deserve much credit.
In fact, I would like to keep track of who does get the credit. Let me give a little backstory and then make
an application for the church.
Late
last summer, a friend called and asked if I would like a couple of bee
boxes. Her ex-husband had bees in town,
but the colony died off due to the city spraying for bugs. I have long been interested in keeping bees,
so the offer of free equipment was a no-brainer.
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Credit: My friend and her
ex-husband.
A
couple of days later, I make the arrangements to go pick-up the bee boxes and a
few other things associated with bee keeping.
It was more than would fit in the back of my little Honda, so my son
agreed to help me and to use his truck to haul all the stuff home.
Counting the cinderblocks on which the boxes sit it was actually two
loads of stuff. Not only did my son use
his truck he did the heavy lifting and loading the collection.
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Credit: Mostly my son, but I get a little.
Once
home we found the boxes had been neglected for a long time. They were dirty and I thought they might need
to be burned. But with the advice from
real beekeepers and the hard work of my wife and I, the boxes cleaned up very
nicely and were stacked and ready to use.
(Side bar: of all the hobbyists in the world I believe that beekeepers
are the most helpful for novices. Their
willingness to offer council and to help is remarkable)
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Credit: Beekeepers, my wife-and
I will take a little.
I
learned that late summer/early fall is not the best time of year to start
beekeeping (see above comment about the helpfulness of beekeepers). So, I stored the boxes by my shop where they
sat through the winter. During this
time I talked up by new hobby with a neighbor who sells honey; naturally, he
was interested. Then last Saturday his
wife calls and asks if I wanted some bees.
Their neighbor discovered a honeybee colony in a lawn decoration that
looked like an old fashioned well house.
I was out of town, but later that evening I went over to look at the bee
colony. There were a few bees and some
comb in the overturned well house. Not a
lot of bees, but it would be a start. I
told the neighbor I would come and get them as soon as I figured out the best
way to do it. I had the beginnings of a bee colony.
Credit:
My neighbors
Saturday
night I re-cleaned a bee box, affixed a jar of sugar water and began to look up
Youtube videos on how to capture a bee colony.
I came up with a plan (which was not a very good one) and went to bed
anticipating the beginnings of a new hobby.
Sunday morning before church I walked over to the over turned well house
to find less than a dozen bees. I was
crestfallen. When they turned the well
house on its side the bees were so disturbed they swarmed off. After church I finished setting up the bee
box planning to buy a colony soon, but I did so without much excitement.
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Credit: In this, the least
successful part of the process, I get the credit.
In
the middle of the afternoon, I was checking on a sick chicken when I heard a
buzzing roar. I could not tell where it
was coming from. I called my wife, who
had been over near the chicken pen a few minutes before, to help me identify
where the sound was coming from. I think
it is coming from the old water oak overhead.
My wife came over and points to the bee box and says, “There they
are!” Thousands of bees were swarming
around the box, hundreds were hanging off the front, and thousands more were in
the air above us.
·
Credit: The bees.
As
of sun up this morning, the bees were coming and going, and now I am the most
unmerited and unqualified beekeeper in America, perhaps the world. I did very little to get the bees. The most that can be said is that I provided
an environment that was conducive for bees.
They would not have come if I had put kerosene in the feeder instead of
water. Based on my experience I should not
expect to be asked to speak or write about beekeeping, at least not beyond this
blog.
Many
times in ministry we work hard to grow a church. We do all the right things. We pray, we
serve, we teach, we care, we market, we do all the things recommended in the
books written by the guys at the big churches and yet our churches don’t
flourish. We blame ourselves. We blame our people and if we don’t blame God
we might occasionally question Him and His ways. There are things we can do to provide a
environment conducive for church growth, but we can’t make it happen. I know a church where folks swarm in every Sunday
and within a few miles are dozens of other churches that experience very
moderate growth.
The
point of this blog is not to argue for or against church growth principles or
techniques. Nor is it to offer advice on
how to make your hive conducive to growth.
It is simply this word of encouragement for minsters, pastors and church
leaders: if the bees swarm to another church and not yours, don’t assume that
it is because in some way you are not adequate to the task or deficient in
personality. The other preacher is not
as good as they may look and you are not as bad as you may feel.
BUZZ
ON