It is not winter, not yet. Now is the time for harvest. Now is the time for bounty and breaking bread and gatherings that overflow into more gatherings. But sometimes in the middle of harvest one can feel the winter.
While seated at the abundant table, the soul can sometimes taste the bitter cold. It's not that life is depressed and dreary - not necessarily a sudden dark night of the soul. But sometimes in the middle of harvest, our hearts stretch pained because we daily do battle with brokenness.
It's a beautiful thing, really, to feel the brisk breeze of winter while seated at the table of abundance. Oh, how sweet it is to remember who provides and protects and presides over our broken assemblage! It is not the work of our hands, but the Lord's alone that allows us to taste and see that He is good. In the harvest, we remember that "whatever comes, we shall endure" because He is good. And so, we give thanks. We delight in provision and give thanks for the warmth before winter, but we know that in winter our certain hope is found in the same place.
Our winters will surely come, but in Christ our hope is found.
For these times, we need a simple tune that invites us into praise for every season. We need a song that prays, "Come, Emmanuel." Sing with me today?
When the fields are dry, and the winter is long Blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor When my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song For mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord
In the harvest feast or the fallow ground, My certain hope is in Jesus found My lot, my cup, my portion sure Whatever comes, we shall endure. Whatever comes, we shall endure
On a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky Bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death's door Our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
come, oh come, Emman- u- el come, oh come, Emman- u- el
When the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes Not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head Without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death