I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Old folks, all of them.
Young folks are busy with more important things.
Old folks came flowing to the pumpkin patch yesterday morning.
We make those pumpkins available to our community at no charge. Just donations to our church’s Haiti Mission. It will be in the thousands of dollars.
They brought their knives (Mitsy lost hers - 18 times) and trailers and smiles and wisdom and energy.
They brought their faith.
They waded in to the work with enthusiasm and without reservation.
Just the desire to bring some light to a dark world.
And a passion to offer healing where there is hurt.
They know those pumpkins are a vessel that pours out the Spirit of hope and strength to those in defeat and despair.
They have a wisdom that witnesses deep and wide.
It is a pleasure to watch them bend and sway.
Sort of like a prayerful dance.
It makes you smile, and cry, and want to join in.
Young folks are busy with more important things I guess.
I just pray they have folks like these with whom they can do them.
As our Friend and I talked ourselves into the right pace for a good walk we were focused on some fields being harvested. The echoes of the banter from yesterday’s gathering weren’t diminishing. They were amplifying toward a crescendo of magnificent truth. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Like fine wine.”