This is the harvest. We reap what we sow. Now, we see the fruit of our labor. Unless, as it turns out, I was the fallow field. This year is a rebuilding year, as my football-crazed friends like to say. This year, I plowed, but didn’t manage to sow the seed in enough time to produce a crop. This year I was laid bare. Next year, maybe, but not this year.
That sounds like I lack faith, considering that I just spent two out of the last three weeks visiting my parents’ church where they were discussing harvest and all the blessings that are just waiting for us to reap. I heard Pastor Mike Allard say that we don’t reap in the same season that we sow. That is absolutely true. I can’t plant cucumber seeds and expect to be eating pickles the next day from those same seeds. It takes time. It also takes perseverance, I learned yesterday. We have to keep after that which we’ve planted, because the weeds grow with no cultivation, while the crops require focus and care. Yesterday’s mantra was “In Due Time” from Galatians 6:9 “In due time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
In good faith, though, I think I can say that this isn’t my year for harvest. I don’t think I’ve given up when I say that this year, I haven’t sowed much seed. I plowed some field. I pulled up some unfruitful seed in my life. I’ve pruned. I’ve weeded, but like I said, I’m calling it a rebuilding year. I’m waiting on a harvest, I’m going to name and claim my harvest. As Jarrod Brooks said yesterday in his sermon, when you plant tomatoes, you expect tomatoes. I have to know what I’m planting and what I expect to harvest. But this year, I don’t think I’m ready. I am naming my seed, right here: I’m sowing into a full-time job, the Program Coordinator for Adjunct Faculty. I am sowing financial stability, which for me means $2000/month, enough to pay my bills and save for the future. I am sowing personal happiness and contentment, for 2011. That’s when I’m going to reap this harvest.
I don’t know if that takes cowardice or wisdom to say. I’m expecting a harvest in the future, just not in 2010. I am a little odd, and so, the big events in my life seem to take place in odd years. Graduation from high school, college, married, Thing 1 born, Thing 2 born… all in odd years. That’s not to say that I should just look for even years to stink, but I believe that harvests are part of cosmic time, and come around with regularity. I’ve not completely written off 2010, but so far, the track record isn’t good – turned down for two prime jobs, divorced, broke and in need of something wonderful. The seeds I’ve sown this year have yet to bear fruit. I’m hopeful. It’s coming.
Maybe my metaphor is too simplistic. I don’t just have one field. I am a patchwork of acres. God looks down on me and sees the design, the rich green fields and the patches of fallow ground. I’m growing, I’m ripening, I’m preparing for a harvest. Some fields will produce (like this blog, which has exceeded my expectations), some fields will take longer to mature, some need to be pulled up and replanted, some need to rest.
What has your harvest produced? What seeds are you planting right now?