Be patient, therefore, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. Behold, the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient over it until it receives the early and the late rain.
James 5:7
(wild pears / Julie Cook / 2014)
Some years the lone wild pear tree, perched deep in the woods, bears a bountiful crop. For what and for whom is uncertain as these are not the succulent pears of Anjou or Sekel. These are small hard bitter pears that neither deer nor raccoon will eat.
Other years this lone little tree yields but a single pear, perhaps two, maybe even three.
No matter whether there are baskets, or not, overflowing with fruit nor that the fruit is edible—the tree bears in both times that are lean and times that are plentiful.
The love of the masterful Creator, the omnipotent Father, equally bears a bountiful crop. At times it is a wonder as to what and for whom that bountiful love should be made available. Yet the crop is never exclusive nor sparse. The basket is open to any and all who may wish to reach in.
In times both lean and plentiful, the basket remains full. The harvest is always plentiful, yet those who choose to partake may often be few. The availability is never lacking. The basket overflows with a greater abundance than imaginable. The fruit is never bitter, always sweet.
However the time will come when the harvest and the season will draw to an end.
The abundance will wane.
The tree will be bare.
The basket will quickly empty.
Who will be left wanting
and
Who will remain full?
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I like your analogy. And cool shot of the two pears – a pair of pears! ha! and love the old iron – I have a couple – not quite like that – but I really like them.
Thank you—I thought about my pair of pears 🙂
I’ve got 3 irons all were my moms—what she had gotten from my grandmother. I often pick them up thinking how glad I am we’ve advanced that little chore 😉
Happy Sunday—Julie
Our Heavenly Father is so generous! I thought of today’s Gospel when I was reading your post – God always provides what we need and is never stingy – it is we who measure and worry about whether we have been treated fairly like the workers in the vineyard. Have a wonderful Sunday – I’m here with the grandchildren and will be taking them to Mass. It is always an adventure. 🙂
Ah the question of all questions! And you asked it so masterfully! Love the picture of the pears. They are so beautiful to be so unpalatable. Have you ever tried make pear jam with them? Hugs, N 🙂 ❤