Seeds of Harvest

 Jesus walked from city to city, town to town, healing every kind of disease. 

Cancer, Diabetes, Multiple Sclerosis, Cystic Fibrosis, Kidney disease, Crohn's disease, ALS, Emphysema, Parkinson's, Alzheimer's,  blindness, hearing loss. 

And every kind of sickness and condition, 

Depression, chronic allergies and asthma, anxiety disorder, Down syndrome, Cerebral Palsey.

He looked out over the multitude and he FELT compassion. 

And He knew our need. 

Our need for The Savior.  

He knows the human condition, beyond critical...grave. 

Add to the diseases, homelessness, hunger, clean water, murder, suicide, "active shooters," addiction, abuse, human trafficing, genocide, rape, bullying, gangs, poverty, missing children, earthquakes, typhoons, tornadoes, accidents, wars and rumors of wars. 

Entitlement, arrogance, self-indulgence, anger, hurt, greed, 

Then He said to His disciples, 

"The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few." 

A beautiful pattern of grace grows in each one of us.  We gather that grace and grow it under the sweet rays of love and He nurtures us. 

Behold, that tilting towards Him gave us a miracle of redemption. Plentiful, the seeds of purpose.  

Do we disregard the gift?  Is our beauty only a past memory? Where can the Christ in You be seen?  

His design in nature, a reflecion of His glory.  He calls us to the Harvest.  

Each seed plucked from its comfort zone. 

Layed out and individually touched. 

Looked at with compassion. Loved for a divine purpose. 

Separated from our sin, the chaff disregarded.  

Blown away onto a cross and whisked away with the wind of a rolled away stone. 

What held us so close, what gave us room to grow and develop our passions, also freely lets us go into the earth to further proclaim, bringing the beauty of His grace to another's barren land. In the Body of Christ, we develop our individual calling; for the ground around each of us needs compassion, healing, encouragement.  

Each one unique. No two alike. Black and White. 

Some wait in the gray area. Picked up and scattered afar, separated from what once made a difference, with a hard shell of...whatever...

He heals all the diseases, the sickness...the whatevers...

Return to the Harvest. Plant your "whatevers" deep in the soil of his softening grace and watch what sprouts.  

Where is your passion plot?  Can you feel the autumn winds of Harvest upon your cheeks?  Gather around the barns and begin preparing your heart and possibly the hearts of others to receive the banquet table of the Lord.  

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In the Harvest of His Goodness, Coleene  


Matthew 9: 35-38.  


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