Harvest Time

Hello August

The first of August
Is at the door,
Four months of summer
Soon no more.

If ever there has been a time in the history of the church, that believers must NOT look like the world, the time is now. When others look at us we must be full of light. We are wheat. We are to bear fruit and in bearing fruit we will bow. Just as when the wheat stalk is full of grain it bows in gracility, I pray we bear so much fruit that it makes us weak in the knees. That we truly grasp the cost of our salvation and in gratitude stop and bow down. The responsibility of being workers in His field and bearing fruit and grain is serious work.

We are coming into one of my favorite times of the year, Teshuvah. The Hebrew month of Elul begins at Sundown August 11. This is the sixth month of the Jewish year, but the last month on the civil calendar. Elul is a time of introspection, looking into our souls. Elul is also the time that it is said, “The King is in the field.” Saying that the King is in the field is to say our Lord is close at hand. Why is He coming to the field? He is coming to check on His servant workers. The workers He has placed in the fields. Remember He said the field is the world. And when He comes He will come with great recompense.

Hebrews 10:23 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. Let us hold resolutely to the hope we profess. And let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works. Not working to gain, but works of love because we have gained, and have been given and have received His amazing grace.

John 4:34-36

34Jesus explained, “My food is to do the will of Him who sent Me and to finish His work. 35Do you not say, ‘There are still four months until the harvest’? I tell you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are ripe for harvest. 36Already the reaper draws his wages and gathers a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may rejoice together.…

The first of August
Is at the door,
Four months of summer
Soon no more.

On the horizon comes
Harvest Time in the land,
Exciting season
is close at hand.

The changes are coming
the affects will be seen,
Always new and exciting

a time to dream.

Challenge or promise
what does this season hold?
No matter the course
a time to behold.

The tare stands tall
so stoically proud,
while wheat does bow
Gestures loud.

Why does one bow
And the other refuse?
The fruit on the stalk
is for the Masters use.

The tare will not bear
Any fruit on its vine
So standing tall
Test it by time.

As harvest approaches
and wheat becomes mature,
Head laden with grain
cause to bow for sure.

If wheat or tare
not determined by words,
Look among the field
evidence is seen not heard.

Heads bowed down
In quiet subtle humility,
You shall know them by
Elegance and gracility.

So how do we recognize?
Look for the fruit.
One reverent and bowing
the other empty and aloof

Poem written by laurette laster © 2018 July 31

May we bow our heads and bend our knees to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Jesus taught, Matthew 13

The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. But when everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds or tares among the wheat and went away. When the wheat sprouted and formed heads. Then the weeds also appeared.

God bless you and keep you and make His face shine upon and be gracious to you and give you Shalom. Shalom, The God kind of peace, nothing missing, nothing broken peace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

thank you for listening with me. laurette