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WORDS OF THE LATTER RAIN

Volume 2, Issue 7, July 2009

7/29/2009

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Marcia's Musings

Ken Nix

Wednesday, 7/29/2009

The Farmers

Marcia Smeenk

 

It was 1937.  Times were hard – the depression years were hard.  A man walked down a lonely road toward the store, gas can in hand.   Not much was moving – suddenly a flash of red caught his eye.  It was only a bird.  He thought of his chickens and gave thanks to God for most of them still remained and the eggs had been traded for flour and for sugar.  His wife was home sewing and his children were in school.  Life was not easy.   The fields were dry with the withered stalks from the meager crop of corn.  Could they be boiled and eaten, he wondered – perhaps.   A car pulled up in front of the store.  On the bench outside, next to a wooden Indian,  sat three men talking of better times.  When will the good times return?  The stranger in the car pumped a few gallons of gas, paid and was gone in a cloud of dust.  The man walking joined the others for they were his friends and he had time.  Later he would take his gallon of gas home for his tractor for there was not much to do now until time to milk his only cow.  Food was scarce, but bonds of friendship rich and satisfying.

 

The Great Depression did finally end but people lost their way again in later decades.  With increasing prosperity came an increase in selfishness, and a decline in morality.  History repeating itself was not taught nor pondered.  In good times, in times of prosperity,  much thought is not given to life – it is just lived.  It is only when the distractions of life are gone do people reflect on their lives and conditions.  Life slows, the fast pace is gone – along with everything else.  Life again becomes precious.  Neighbors become precious - their value beyond measure.  Camaraderie  prevails.  Compassion again surfaces.  Neighbors help neighbors, they sacrifice for one another.  Neighbors share food, neighbors share stories.  Friendships blossom.  Bibles are taken off the shelf, dust blown off.  They are read.  Oh, what amazing stories once forgotten are now revived!  Songs of praise are sung.  Peace is begun to be felt within.  God’s hand is begun to be seen.   Then, the rain came once, the rain came twice.  Praise God, the rain has returned!  Prayers are being heard, trust is being rebuilt.  Churches are filling.  Oh why does it take a national disaster to bring people to their knees?  Why do they so easily forget during the good times?

We cannot forget.   We can never forget the two greatest commands, love to God and love to neighbor.   There exist pockets of wealth in bad times and pockets of poverty in good times.  Hoarders do not share of their bounty in bad nor in good times.  They have their reward.  But you must share with all that have need.  Freely give and freely it will return to you.  Give of your time and substance to your neighbor when he needs your  help .  Who is my neighbor you may ask -  see  Luke 10:29-37.  Be a good neighbor.  Pray for opportunities to come your way.  Do not wait until disaster strikes.  Do not worry about your own needs, for God will provide.  Remember the lilies of the field.   Remember how Elijah was fed by ravens and the widow’s flour and oil which did not run out (I Kings 17).  Share what you have for none of it belongs to you.   In Psalms 24:1 and Psalms 50:10-12 we read that everything belongs to God.  We are mere stewards. 

Will history repeat itself yet once again?  Thou knowest. 

 

 

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