Today’s post is the second submitted by Jon Stevens who farms on Camano Island at the Open Gate Farm
Farmers around the world are a different group. They are not like the business people who shuttle into the canyons of commerce to wrestle with the bears and bulls that hide behind the rocks. No, farmers seem to be a more placid, gentle, peaceful people. They are a people who can look through you without doing much damage. In fact, sometimes it’s even a healing gaze you get.
This is because of what they do. They bump up against the realities of this world, the hope in the seeds, the doubt in the weather, the hope in the growing plants, the doubt in the weather, the hope in the harvest, the doubt in the weather, the peace of full larders and cheer filled Christmases, the doubt in the weather…it never ends.
It is that contact with the never ending which leaves the lines in their souls. It is that daily contact with the doubts and the hopes, it is that living in the tension of wondering will God actually provide? which forms and shapes them into who they are. It is that contact with the hope of birth, the finality of death, the eating of what they have had to kill, whether it be beast or plant, which gives them contact with God in ways the rest of the world has forgotten.
It’s not that God isn’t in those canyons of commerce. It’s just that He is a bit harder to find. So if you are looking for someone to follow, say for example Jesus, it might be easier to do so as a farmer. You might discover your gift is not just raising lettuce or beets or beans. It might be your gift is finding the only one worth following…and the path to Him. That’s how it’s been for many of us who have left the cities to re-root ourselves in the only life that counts, a life with Him. It’s o.k. to leave where you are. He’s waiting for you just over the hill!