The Harvest

I awoke this morning to the whir of combines and balers.  I’m surrounded on three sides by rye grass and wheat fields.  It’s summer harvest time.

I walked out to take a few pictures.  The first combine passed me, being driven by a young girl, probably 10 to 12 years old.  As she drove, she carefully watched both in front and behind her, making sure her lines were straight and every stalk was being cut.

The sound of the harvest is a favorite of mine.  It will last long into the night.  As the city encroaches closer toward my country haven, the sound of the harvest is slowly being replaced with the noise of car engines, squealing wheels racing on the country roads, and people.  People about their own business, always moving, but where are they truly going?

In Matthew 9:37 and 38, Jesus told His disciples: The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.  We make a mistake in our prayers.  We pray for the harvest instead of the laborers, when Jesus never told us to pray for the harvest.  Those the Father has planted in His field, His harvest, is ready right now, it doesn’t need to be prayed over.