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Planting and Resting and Trusting

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A farmer plants his seeds at the appropriate time in the spring and then waits. That’s it. There’s little else to do. He can’t hurry up the process of sprouting and growing. He can water. A bit but not too much. He can’t even weed for awhile because that could disturb the delicate seed-to-sprout process. He simply trusts that God will transform that seed into a plant and the plant into a food-bearing vehicle.

Because the world in which we live in is much more complicated than that of planting seeds, we often forget the lesson that God was instilling in our fathers for thousands of years, “I’ve got this.”

Because today there is no end to the possible fields we can throw seeds in, it seems like our work is never done. With the internet, there’s always another job we can apply for, another contact to track down, another potential client to reach out to. When are we done casting our seeds? When have we done our work and can sit back in peace to let God do His?

We want a baby? There is a very tight window in which that can happen each month. If we fail to sprout a child, there is nothing much we can do for another three weeks.

In our efforts to provide for our families, when is our work done? When can we be at peace? When are we done for the day? We’ve all probably seen the annoying retirement commercials about folks trying to figure out how much they will need to accumulate in order to “survive” retirement. The financial specialist is here to help us as we seek to put aside 1.4 million dollars.

The modern world is insane. And because we swim in these waters, it makes us all a little crazy. What do we need to actually survive? A shelter, a bit of clothing and about 1,500 calories a day. Shelter can be given by a friend or relative, clothing is almost free if you get it second hand and one can put together 1,500 calories for three to four dollars. That’s a far stretch from needing a million dollars to retire.

In the olden days—going back all of a hundred years—people used to think of their children as their retirement plan. Train them up, be good to them and they’ll take care of us when we’re too old to work. And when are we actually too old to work? Really way down the road. We can almost all do something productive until our dying day.

And so the work week blessedly ends because our God was kind enough to know that we’d worry and work seven days a week if allowed to. He graciously shows us that even if we do not sow on Sundays, we’ll certainly reap. That food will be provided on Monday even if we didn’t do anything towards that for an entire day.

But we sin and we nibble at the edges of the Sabbath rest and send just a few emails or return a couple of calls. And so the world intrudes and our peace is broken. We’re bad like that.

The modern world never stops. The pagan lives in constant angst because he cannot truly rest because he has no one to truly rest in. We find ourselves getting caught up in their deadly games and because our world of work is not so easily limited as it was in the days of farming and tending animals, we hop on that hamster wheel and go.

Praying for wisdom helps.

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