Harvest

As I was driving on this beautiful spring day, I passed a corn field that wasn't harvested last fall. The farmer took his time and effort to work the ground and sow good seeds, and God provided a wonderful growing season. The farmer had faith that God would provide, and God did provide what should have been a bountiful harvest. But for whatever reason, this field was left alone, no action was taken to reap the harvest. Now, what was once a bountiful field ready for the harvest is now a field of dried up, picked over skeleton corn stalks that has been picked at by the crows and brutalized by the winter. No longer alive, but still standing in quiet deperation still waiting to be saved. How many fields do you pass by every single day? How many people living quiet lives of desperation do you simply pass by? The harvest is there, being picked at by the crows, the rodents, and the stress of its environment when it could be saved, we simply need to reap the harvest that God has provided. If we don't save them, who will?