"When the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come," Mark 4:29.
The farmer's proof's in the tasting, in the harvest. Just like the sprig grew into a huge, fruitful tree. Like a watered tree yielded its fruit. Like human lives gave themselves to do good. Suddenly, the grain is ready. The harvest is come. The farmer checked its growth nightly, daily. But who knew how it grows? (Not talking here about the science - everybody can know that stuff.) Talking about how is it that planet earth should produce anything at all? Nothing grows on the moon. Or Mars. Or Mercury. Or, get this: anywhere else in the known universe (so far, anyway). How is it that everything's just right here? Nobody knows. But it is. And ripeness comes, knowing or not knowing. Sky kingdom's just like that. Harvest comes. Just like that.
We prep each other, brother or sister, that Jesus is coming. When? Soon. Ready, alert, eager, anticipating, looking forward: the Lord comes to harvest the earth. And, together, we give thanks to God for Jesus, our firstfruits - he will bring many children to glory.
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