A personal essay by Sterling Smith
Is it possible to fully appreciate our comfort without witnessing first-hand sacrifices and appreciating powers beyond our own?
To a farmer, the world is nothing but dirt. Dirt is where a farmer plants his sacrifices. Careful cultivation and fertilization, allow a farmer to control the fertility of the dirt. However, without rain, dirt yields nothing.
He prays for moisture so that his offerings will multiply his living, so he can feed his family, clothe his children, and pay the bank the money he owes. A farmer has no control over what happens in the space between heaven and earth, but what happens in that space is just as vital to a seed as it is you and me.
He prays for moisture so that his offerings will multiply his living, so he can feed his family, clothe his children, and pay the bank the money he owes. A farmer has no control over what happens in the space between heaven and earth, but what happens in that space is just as vital to a seed as it is you and me.
