It’s fall, y’all! At long last, the chilly air is here (sort of) and the pumpkins are ripe. The day of my family’s annual trek to the patch, the sky was in an argument about being sunny or overcast with a thick blanket of clouds. In the middle, where the two skies met, sunbeams were bursting through the gray and streaming down so brightly. I’ve never seen the sky with so many of those rays highlighted to such a degree. What a gift it was to witness. That was Thing One that had me thinking about God.
And Thing Two came when one of my sandal-wearing kids stepped into a rotting pumpkin. Yup. Gross. Here we were, in a green field full of colorful, ripe pumpkins just ready to be picked and taken home. There were so many! It’s sad to think some of them will go to waste.
“And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.’” Luke 9:35-38
The harvest is plentiful, friends. And the Lord is with us as we walk daily through fields of people who don’t know the gospel of Christ’s kingdom. Let’s put on our overalls and join the harvest crew.