Then, as I looked and thought about it,
I learned this lesson:
A little extra sleep, a little more slumber,
a little folding of the hands to rest—
then poverty will pounce on you like a bandit;
scarcity will attack you like an armed robber.
We’ve all been there – probably some of us more than others.
As a very young child, I loved the garden. I could walk through the dirt barefoot, dropping the seeds in the carefully marked row, then later, after other people had tended it, I saw the fruits of my “labor.”
Later on, as an older child, I dreaded the garden. I became one of those “tenders.” My grandmother and I, or my mother and I, would chop out weeds – including the dreaded “sticker weeds” – in the hot, dry summer, when I would MUCH rather have a little more sleep, a little more slumber . . .
It wasn’t that I didn’t like what CAME from the garden, it was just that I, as a human living in a fallen world, had become LAZY.
As a young adult, we planted a few gardens only to let the weeds take them over. It just wasn’t EASY or CONVENIENT to tend the garden.
It was WORK. (Cue Maynard G. Krebs from “The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis)
That’s not a politically correct thing to say, is it? Work is often seen as a punishment, or a choice, rather than as one of the necessities of life.
God made us for work. Originally, he gave Adam and Eve the Garden of Eden – His own perfect place for THEM – only to have sin enter the world. When they were cast out of the Garden, they learned all about nettles, weeds, and broken walls.
I wonder if they thought back to the life they had forfeit? They had come to a place where it was either work, or die. Not, “if the tomatoes don’t make it, I can run to the store.” It was tend the garden, or go hungry.
The last few years I’ve been working on the whole lazy thing. I’ve frozen corn and tomatoes. I’ve cut our grocery budget simply by MAKING things rather than just run out and buy them. I’m trying to combat scarcity and poverty, God’s way.
I think it’s called “growing up,” and at nearly 50, it’s about time.
I’m trying to bring some common sense back into my life. How about you? Are you ready to DO something? Get a load of Steven Curtis Chapman’s “Do Everything!”