My friend John, an 80-plus-year-old, climbed two rungs up the step-ladder, making me a little nervous. He carefully set the palm-sized apples he found higher up in his tree in the bucket and chuckled at my comments about his safety.
I have arthritis to remind me that I’m not a young woman anymore, but being with John in his orchard makes me feel otherwise. I’ve known John a long time. In fact, when we started attending his church he and his wife were the first to welcome my young family into their home. I remember how he honored his aging mother. Now his children and grandchildren honor him.
But even at his age he tends his orchard – and grows fine fruit in abundance.
“Sluggards do not plow in season; so at harvest time they look but find nothing” (Proverbs 20:4 NIV).
When John led me to his trees he had no reason to doubt there’d be an ample harvest. He carried a knife to slice pieces of fruit for me to sample – because he’d been no sluggard. He cultivated and nurtured his crop, so he knew there were delicious apples waiting for him there.
“The glory of young men is their strength, gray hair the splendor of the old” (verse 29).
The definition for glory in Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary is “public acknowledgment or adoration for an achievement.” So I’m publicly acknowledging John’s gifts and achievements, and though his physical strength isn’t what it once was, he’s got the gray hair to show he’s made some profitable investments.
Dear Lord, thank you for times of plowing and hard work. Help us to see opportunities to plant seeds and care for them, so we can have a harvest that benefits many. You are the wonderful God, and I love working for you. Thank you for the privilege of sharing the fruit of my labors with others. Amen.
by Kathy Sheldon Davis