My favorite farmer thirsts, so the girls and I trace crackling gravel paths to bring him a drink.
We park by the barbed wire, climb the half-naked hill. And up on this bluff, I feel exposed, too.
A stripping away.
With less of myself, I see more of God.
These fields on the hills are my favorite. Yet they offer the lowest yields. The best of our crops are grown three miles away, on flat, black Iowa ground cultivated by Lee men for more than a century.
But these fields — jubilant fields — follow the curve of the Earth, on hills sculpted by the Father’s hand.
We climb higher still, to the place where Scott combs rows in a cloud of soybean dust. He says he feels close to God here — just like his quiet father before him. And those were the words we used in his father’s obituary: “He felt closest to God on the seat of a John Deere…”
This is holy work, the work of the hands.
And aren’t we all priests ? Don’t we as believers all wear the white robe and the priestly collar under our farm coveralls and our nurses’ scrubs and our postal uniform?
Aren’t we all ordained, to do his work in the world?
I stand at the edge of an altar, while shadows grow long on the bluff. Bean pods are ablaze, like candelabra. And a priest-farmer lays bare this ground. This is his liturgy.
I sing the doxology, because the natural response to a gift is this: gratitude.
I bend knees to the ground, pick up one stray pod from the floor of the sanctuary. I press open the pod at the seam, revealing three creamy pearls.
One pod. Three tiny beans.
Three in one.
When Jesus opens the eyes of the blind, even we who were once doubters see evidence of His good and perfect work.
I partake of a sacramental moment, and drop thanks in the offering plate for this, the vantage point of a Creator who lets us do His work in the world. He lets us!
” … whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”
— 1 Corinthians 10:31
I join Ann Voskamp today in her Walk With Him Wednesday series.
Today, we explore “How Are You Seeing Jesus?”
Her words bring me to a place of worship and seeing.
Be Thou Our Vision, Lord.