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Saturday, March 16, 2013

The Law of the Harvest

I have always loved the concept of the Law of the Harvest: you reap what you sow.  It is a spiritual concept, to be sure, but it is couched in earthly terms and often used in earthly terms.  And it makes sense in earthly terms.

It is such a guide to living when you are young.

Good guide even when you are middle aged.....though by that time you may be wondering if, ahhh, well...perhaps...you might possibly be doing something wrong about that sowing and reaping concept.

By old age you get figured out that the "law of the harvest" as understood in youth is just the tip of a mighty iceberg.
It is a much bigger, a much more comprehensive picture at harvest time!!  Not only have other people's sown seeds affected your field and your harvest, but you are beginning to suspect you might be part of the harvest!

Betsy owned a beautiful home but by age 82 was living in her own basement while needy family members lived upstairs on ground level.  Yep, Betsy fell on the stairs twice, ripping out her shoulder once.......but she continued to soldier on alone in the basement.

Keith and Dina, neighbors, died suddenly together in an accident leaving their beautiful home and grounds for their posterity.  It was my horrid privilege to see their posterity dancing and rejoicing on the grounds of their new riches!!  I was sick for days after watching that display of "grief".

Last week, Emma Jean told me about her 83 year old friend.  Seems  Lavelle's daughter came into Lavelle's home and took all her valuables "so nobody will rob you, Mom."
See?  They thought she was so old and stupid she wouldn't recognize a robbery if she saw one in progress!

"The law of the harvest" is a beginning concept to something so complex we may never get it figured out.
In the meantime, be careful if you are old.  We might be part of the harvest.

                       "Knock knock.  Let me in!"     
"Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin.
You are the wolf and you can't come in!"

And speaking of hair on the chinny-chin-chin...but that's a blog for another day.

Watchful,
Riverwatch