Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Art of Raspberry Picking Harvest

The Art of The Raspberry Picking Harvest

An art you might say? Raspberry season lasts almost a month at our patch. We started with a few vines transplanted from another Christian’s yard about 10 years ago. Now we have a band of bush or vines around our whole backyard. This year the harvest will be more than 30 quarts in the freezer while we have also eaten our fill. But more importantly, we have given away and/or invited many neighbors, relatives and friends to come and enjoy God’s bounty.


The Berries begin with the May and June blossoming. White flowers cover the yard as we wait for berries to grow in June for the harvest season.  In Matthew 9:27 Jesus then said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.”  When the berries are getting pink and reddening we begin to invite pickers, not for our freezer, but for their own. Yet few come. Few enjoy the bounty of God’s harvest. Jesus said, “I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest” (John 4:35). Ours’ have been ripe and few have come.

Thousands of ripe berries, pink, red and purple are there. The pink are not ready, the red, perfect and the purple too ripe. It is like the workers or people of the world. Many have need, but few would come. We don’t know why.  Jesus knew that the gate is narrow and few will enter therein. He knew that even when the harvest is ready, that hearts are not. Why? Too busy mowing the lawn, fixing or going somewhere. I suppose.

My hands are red with juice, just as Jesus’s hands were with blood. I am reminded of the sacrifice, not ours’ but His. We just invite.


We will try again next year, perhaps broaden the call. We will pick and enjoy the harvest throughout the year in pancakes, “kuchen,” ice cream and salads. But our minds are on how to call the workers to the harvest to find the bounty of the love of God in Christ whose blood stained like raspberries that we might live.

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