Call to worship. Kneeling down to meditate on the gospel of creation. Weeding out the mistaken plants of this row or that planting area. Giving tithe to the land. The peace.
Struck that there is not an either or an or here. It is both and. Oh, there are the voice of not. It is not really farming, it is not really church... it is just not as it 'should' be. And in the rise of the sun, the setting of that same sun at the end of a day, the growing of plants, the feeding of the soul in shared food, broken bread, turning water, in a brew to beer or wine or even spirits... how is this not the celebration of all creation? It is the moment of this shared faith, built on the careful discipline of daily work, work in the fields of knowing, learning, planting, fostering, and harvest, year in and year out that is the worship of which I tap.
Easy to discourse on discord. To separate in faithless folly or work that is not worship. It would seem to me that all is faith and work and worship. The highest praise. As with great math, great science, great discovery or solution. That too is the highest in faith and work and discipline. There is not a separation. Only in the imposition of belief does this become something other than community, fostering faith and from that, sustaining all creation.
I think a turn in farm church is a good moment this day. And communion with a
Eclectic - With a hint of pepper