I’m not one to enjoy the earth.
My heritage has been a group of farmers. My father and my father’s father both farmed within miles of where I live today. Plows and harrows and seeders and combines were part of their vocabulary.
My father ventured from the farm in his 40’s. The farm never ventured from him. He loved to garden. His chosen vocation, weather forecasting, was one way of staying close to creation.
But, I’m not one to enjoy the earth.
A few weeks ago I was confronted with a new (probably old, but new to me) reality. A person who shuns nature may also be shunning a vital Christian truth. This world is very much a reality that God created, and called good!!
So, I’ve been stretching, exercising once again with a new vigor the senses God has given. Stretching to look out a window. Stretching to consider what it would take to nurture a lawn. Stretching to thank God for that which I touch each day, smell in the moments of waking, hear as the sun rises, taste as my meals are served and see as shadows emerge.