Reflecting on Luke 10: 1-9
It’s been a beautiful summer holiday in Colorado. Sometimes it takes two or three days to just wind down enough to notice you’re on vacation. We’ve spent every possible moment up in the mountains, or swimming at the neighborhood pool, or biking through any of Colorado’s refreshing bike paths.
America the Beautiful was written here. I look to the west and see the purple mountain majesties that have brought me to prayer every morning of my life.
It’s hard to live in a constant state of gratitude and awe. My sister is the best you’ve ever seen. We’ll be driving along the San Diego harbor―she lives in that spectacular city――and she’ll stop the car to make sure we are all thanking God for the water, and the ships, and the seagulls. And it turns out we are.
This land is our land, from the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters. How blessed we are. How grateful we are.
Our back yard, blessedly taken over by Farmyard, CSA. several years ago, is already bursting with onions. The tomatoes will be ready for spaghetti sauce in about five weeks. I may have to escape sometime in September if the three rows of zucchini get organized enough to break down our back door.
I notice that the volunteers who garden the twenty yards that produce the food that feeds over one hundred people a week are growing older, slower, a bit more tired. The harvest is astonishing, overwhelming, more than enough to feed the world. The laborers are few. I guess it’s time for me to go pull some weeds.
I hope everyone had a blessed Independence Day.
How did you celebrating the holiday?