Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest (John 4:35).
I’m lifting up my eyes, I’m seeing the fields.
But I don’t see a lot of said white. Lord, give me your eyes.
Because what I see…
I see Hindus bowing to golden idols created by skilled craftsman.
I see Muslims faithfully answering the call to prayer.
I see Buddhists running fast fingers along brown beads, lisping secret prayers.
I see broken people torn apart by the sins of their own hands, and, some by the hands of others.
I don’t see hope. I don’t see harvest.
Give me your eyes. Let me see it.
I’ve gone. I’m here. I’m ready to harvest. The reaping day seems afar off, but I trust it’s here as You have said it is.
I’m lifting my eyes. Lord, make them like yours.
I’m lifting my hands, Oh, God, put them to work. Let me harvest something, anything, for You and I’ll be sure to give you all the praise for letting me see the ripe fruit, gather it, and give it back to You.”
And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together (John 4:36).
Rejoice with me!
Tell me about the harvest on the horizon or the harvest at hand in the comment section below!