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Whatever You Sow, You Reap

For the past couple of days, it’s been Shavuot, one of the three Biblical pilgrimage festivals when folks needed to head to Jerusalem’s Temple for worship.  This was seven weeks, or fifty days after Passover, which marked the barley harvest and at Shavuot, the wheat harvest.  Firstfruits were presented in the Temple and happiness abounded.  It is also believed to be the time when the Law was given to Moses on Mount Sinai.

Today, the holiday is generally celebrated with the eating of dairy foods such as cheese blintzes, cheesecake, and ice cream, so it can’t be all bad.  In ancient days, poor people would eat barley bread, while the rich ate the fine flour.  My, if the tables haven’t been reversed, with our modern knowledge of what’s healthy to eat.

Christians celebrate the same holiday as Pentecost when everyone was in Jerusalem and the Holy Spirit came upon the early disciples.  This also is a reference to spiritual harvest when 3,000 Jewish people came to faith in Yeshua after hearing the disciples preach in their own languages, a Divine sign that indicated God’s blessing upon the fledgling movement and His enabling power to do the impossible.

I’ve been thinking a lot about harvest time, sowing and reaping as we drive through farm lands on a weekly basis.  The wheat was harvested this week in many fields, with corn already displaying full tassels.  Our own gardens are coming along nicely with veggies and flowers.

There is a miraculous aspect to sowing and reaping.  For some, it appears straightforward and scientific, similar to computers.  Whatever you program in, will come out.  For others, it’s breathtaking to imagine that, by some small actions on our part, such a lovely and delicious outcome occurs.

I know my kids have been pre-programmed for bad things.  They have the seeds of failure planted deep within and I must be diligent about uprooting those weeds, while not damaging the delicate seedlings.  At our usual breakfast-conference table, I decided to get busy.

“Say something ugly to me,” I suggested.

They eyed me suspiciously.  Mama was going off the deep end again.  All were silent.

“You don’t seem to have any problem saying stuff to each other,” I smiled.  “Talk to me like you would to another child if you wanted to be nasty.”

Never at a loss for words, Sashenka jumped in.

“You have a big nose.”

“Why, thank you!” I stuck it up in the air and stroked it.  “It’s long and droopy, a Russian aristocratic nose, for sure.”

The others sat there with their mouths agape.

“Tell me something else,” I encouraged.  “It doesn’t have to be about me….”

In she jumped again.

“You have a big tummy!” Sashenka exclaimed.  (That’s how I knew then that she must be making it up.)

“Do you like it, too?” I enthused.  “There’s more of me to love!”

“You’re stupid,” another tried.

“That’s why I’m studying so hard each day.  Stay tuned—soon I may be passing you!”

“You have pimples,” one declared.

“That’s because I’m becoming a young woman or a young man.  Soon you’ll find out about that, too.  I know you’re not very mature right now, but if you need help in the future, you can always come to me.”

“I don’t like what you’re wearing,” they were on a roll now.

“Really?  I’m sorry, this fashion is probably not here, yet, but it will be soon and then you’ll understand….”

“Why is your hair so curly/ straight/ short/ long?” our eldest commented.

“Oh, you like it?  I like your hair, too!”

They had never heard such things.  Every ugly jab, I turned around, hopefully without putting down the other person.  (I could be good at that, too, but tried to restrain myself.)

All of those seeds that we planted in each other day by day, would bear fruit.  At Shavuot, we celebrated the joy of harvest, both literal and spiritual, bringing forth good things that were intentionally planted and nurtured day after day and week after week.



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  1. avatar Sybil says:

    OK, I have one for you….you’re reaching …lol
    Today my own Russian daughter finished her last day of high school. All of those seeds sowed have grown and bloomed and tomorrow is harvest (graduation day). May all of you reap the harvest of your children joyously as we are doing now. She worked hard and was able to get all A’s and B;s and that is despite the learning disability of processing.

    • avatar admin says:

      Wow, congratulations, Sybil to your dear daughter! What a great accomplishment and encouraging to all of us coming behind you. Have a wonderful day tomorrow, relishing her success!

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