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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

By the Berry Bushes

Sometimes I think because it’s so easy to “like” something on facebook, we all start to think people are really interested in what we just spilled on the kitchen floor or that we’re having leftover kraut and wieners for supper or that our dog had to go to the vet. So let me preface this little post about berry-picking by acknowledging up front that I know you don’t really care that my blueberries are in and that Eliza Jane and I spent an hour last evening just before sundown with the firstfruits. It’s been really wet in our part of God’s world and Eliza was easily distracted by puddles and mushrooms.  She also really wanted to pick the “rainbow ones”. They’re completely unripe and inedible, but “they are so ‘beautiful’ and I love them.”… and who’s to say that aesthetics to the eyes of a child are any less valuable than aesthetics to the tastebuds of an adult?

At any rate, I probably need to get out more, but I’m going to write about the blueberries. It’s not profound, but if you spend enough time in the blueberry bushes, you start finding lessons even there. Some of this is review from another year in the berries.

This one’s about the firstfruits. I waited and waited for those first berries to ripen. Glenn and I traveled to speak in Mississippi and this very nice lady in the church there gave me a bag of blueberries–two weeks before mine got ripe! Now I know she thought she was doing something very nice and the berries WERE really good, but bringing that bag of berries home made me think when I got home, my berries would be ripe, too. I could not wait. But when I got home, my blueberries still were not blue–at all…and they were only as big as Dippin’ Dots. In fact, that’s what they looked like…vanilla Dippin’ Dots.

So I waited a few more days…until one night, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a torrential rain…I mean a real gully-washer. As I lay there listening to the pounding rain, I thought about those blueberries. “When it gets dry enough to walk out there to those bushes, I bet I’ll have ripe blueberries at last!”

But, alas, they were still not blue. I mean, a few were starting to turn blue, but now most of them were pink strawberry colored and the size of an English pea. I could not resist, so I tasted one. That was a mistake. I thought about what James said about being patient:

Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains (James 5:7).

I guessed the torrent in the night had been the early rain and that we’d just have to wait for the late rain. What I’m saying is that by the time those blueberries were blue enough to eat, I was way past ready for some blueberries in my cereal!

God knows how farmers feel about the firstfruits. The first tomato is the very best one, because anticipation adds flavor. The first watermelon seems to take forever to ripen because we’re watching that vine so closely. We prize the firstfruits.

Did you know that God wants the firstfruits? He wants the first because they’re the best. Listen to a couple of many passages in which God instructed the Israelites to bring him the firstfruits:

Honor the LORD with your wealth and with the firstfruits of all your produce (Proverbs 3:9).

For in mine holy mountain, in the mountain of the height of Israel, saith the Lord GOD, there shall all the house of Israel, all of them in the land, serve me: there will I accept them, and there will I require your offerings, and the firstfruits of your oblations, with all your holy things (Ezek. 20:40).

And they shall not sell of it, neither exchange, nor alienate the firstfruits of the land: for it is holy unto the LORD (Ezek. 48:14).

The scriptures also speak of Christ as the firstfruit from the dead (I Cor. 15:20), because he was the predecessor of all who will be resurrected. Christ, the firstfruit, was the long awaited one…the sweetest…the best.

Now, if you are one of the three people who got a bag of those first berries, I really love you a lot. Those were the long awaited ones, the sweetest, the best. Frankly, they were the hardest to give away.

That’s what God requires of us. He wants the sweetest. He wants our best. He wants what means the most. Do we give Him that? Do I give him the top spot on my “to do” list? Do I make His offering my first budgeted monthly expenditure? Do I elevate the spiritual above the material? Does he really get the firstfruits of my oblations?

Finally, The redeemed righteous are described as the firstfruits to God:

These were redeemed from among men, being the firstfruits unto God and to the Lamb. And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God. (Rev. 14:4,5).

The only way I can be a firstfruit is through redemption; the freedom from sin and guile that comes through Jesus. But, for those of us who are the redeemed, the firstfruits, God is waiting. We are His best, not because of any human merit, but because of the very nature of redemption. He made us perfect and complete in that redemption process. He’s begotten us in His word of truth. He brought us forth (NASB), so that we could be his precious firstfruits.

Of his own will begat he us with the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures (James 1:18).

I hope you get to eat the first tomato or the first melon or the first peach or even the first squash this year. (Squash firstfruits are really good, but then, once you’ve had eight casseroles with mushroom soup, and you’ve had it boiled six times and fried 7 times and stuffed three times and sliced on a sandwich five times, and tossed in a salad twice, it’s just not AS good as it was that first day.) When you’re savoring the firstfruits, I hope you’ll take the time to read over the thirty Biblical references to firstfruits. I hope you’ll thank God that He’s redeemed us for His firstfruits. I hope you will determine in your heart to always give God the firstfruits of all you are and have. I hope you’ll also share your garden’s firstfruits with someone in the kingdom. “Inasmuch as you have done it for the least of these my brethren, you’ve done it unto me,” (Matthew 25:40).

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

On the Fourth…With the Kids and the Berries

Prayer time is a little more scarce while I have this wonderful blessing of a few summertime days with the Giselbach grandkids and their mom. Prayer time and grandkids call out for each other, but they do not mix well. Prayer is happening mostly in the moments I steal away at the blueberry bushes. Kids and blueberries DO go together, but Eliza Jane has no self -control when she’s picking with me. And those blueberry diapers!

We have one more day together and we are taking advantage of every little cranny of this time. Blueberry cobblers, grandkids and fairy tales go together, too. In honor of all of those, here’s a re-run of one of the “Blueberry Chronicles.” If you look for “blueberries” on this site, you can read a lot of spiritual musings about picking from 2012.

Happy Fourth! We should still celebrate, We should still sing the anthem. We should still wave Old Glory and we should keep striving to be the best Christians we should be in this place of our secondary citizenship. We have come a long way in some crucial areas of justice in this land. We have lost a lot of ground in others. Those areas of liberty and justice that are being eroded in landslide fashion today can likely never be regained. But there’s no values erosion around the throne. We need to be absolutely sure that the banner of freedom from sin through His blood is waving for us.

You have set up a banner for those who fear you,
that they may flee to it from the bow. 
That your beloved ones may be delivered,
give salvation by your right hand and answer us! Psalm 60: 4,5

 

 

You Won’t Believe This, But…

Glenn Colley is NOT the Little Red Hen. He IS the one who does not particularly like the picking part of the blueberry experience, while he is all about the tasting part of it. Seriously. How many of the mornings did he accompany me out there to those bushes with his basket? Not a single morning. How many pints of those I put in the freezer for winter pies did he pick? Not one. How many bags did he pick for those sisters who love to make cobblers? Ummm…still zero.m

“Who will help me pick the berries?” said the Little Red Hen. “Not I,” said the brown cow.

But it was Sunday morning and I was getting ready for church when Glenn walked in my bathroom and here’s the gist of the ensuing conversation:

Glenn: “So who are those blueberries for?”

Me: “Well, I thought I would take some to Mrs. Dorothy and I need to take some to Peggy, and I thought maybe Jennifer, too.”

Glenn: “Well, you know…there are a few people I’ve been thinking of that we should share them with.” (He starts listing his ideas.)

Me: “Wait a minute, now. Have you been picking berries?”

Glenn: “Well, I reckon I have!”

Me: “Oh really? You have?”

Glenn: “Now Cindy, have you not seen any of those berries I picked? Further, haven’t you seen me out there picking, because I HAVE been out there picking…”

Me: “No, I do not believe I have seen any berries you have picked, but I do seem to recall seeing you a couple of times out there, albeit without even as much as a basket.”

Glenn: “Do you know why you have seen me out there without as much as a basket and why you have not seen the berries I have picked?”

Me: “Because every berry you have picked has gone straight from the bush into your mouth? Could that be the reason?”

Glenn: “That’s the reason, exactly! That’s what I’m talking about. Now you should not be saying that I have not been picking berries, because that is simply not true.”

Now, while the above conversation was all in fun, lots of Christians have the same attitude about the spiritual harvest and it’s not so funny.

Have you ever known someone who who seemed to be very scarce when the work was being done, but yet had all kinds of criticisms for those who were doing it and for how it was being done? Judas did this in John twelve when he came down on Mary for anointing Jesus with the precious ointment. He acted as if he was all about giving something to the poor, but the text goes on to say that he actually touted his plan, not because he cared for the poor, but because he “held the bag.” His “berries” were going straight into his mouth.

Have you ever known someone who showed up for all the services (he WAS out there at the berry bushes), but seemed to have a great (and very distracted) time throughout the services–writing notes, texting and visiting with the other teens on the back row? What motivated his coming to services? Did he come out of a pure heart’s desire to honor God or were all of his “berries” going straight into his own mouth?

Do I spend time in prayer telling God what I want and letting Him know I will be patient while He gives it to me? James describes the man who views God as the genie in a bottle who is there for hearing and granting wishes. Hear him in James 1:3:

Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts.”

So, back to the Little Red Hen:

“Who will help me plant the seed?” said the Little Red Hen? “Not I,” said the pig.

“Who will help Me water the seed?” said the Little Red Hen? “Not I,” said the horse.

“Who will help me gather the crop?” said the Little Red Hen? “Not I,” said the brown cow.

“Then I will do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen…and so she did.

But as always there came a day of enjoying the fruits of the labor:

“Who will help me eat the fruit?” said the Little Red Hen.

“I will!” said the pig.

“I will!” said the horse.

“I will!” said the brown cow.

“Oh no!” said the Little Red Hen. “I planted the seed, I watered the seed, I gathered the fruit and I will eat the fruit.” And so she did.

Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour. For we are labourers together with God: ye are God’s husbandry… ( I Corinthians 3:8,9)

Let’s get busy at the spiritual bushes remembering the sweet and eternal reward that comes “according to his own labor.”