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Back in those years when I was living off the land, I remember gleaning the fields with my family. I can't quite remember what crop(s) we were picking. It might have been potatoes or beans. But the point was the field wasn't gone over twice by the owners. They invited people in to pick what hadn't been harvested, just as proscribed in Leviticus 19:10: "Nor shall you glean your vineyard, nor shall you gather the fallen fruit of your vineyard; you shall leave them for the needy and for the stranger. I am the LORD your God."
I don't remember being thankful at the time. I was more annoyed that I had to do gardening when it would have been more fun to run wild through the forests. But times were pretty lean then, and whatever we gleaned from those fields put necessary food on the table.
So, here's a big thank you to whoever shared their fields with the needy.
Oh, and here's a virtual raspberry to Paul Hanson, a kid who was gleaning with me that day. I know he spied on me when I went behind a bush to pee.
And now for a completely unrelated link:
Traditional Bows in Contemporary Warfare: Fascinating photo essay of a recent battle fought with weaponry more associated with Agincourt.
I don't remember being thankful at the time. I was more annoyed that I had to do gardening when it would have been more fun to run wild through the forests. But times were pretty lean then, and whatever we gleaned from those fields put necessary food on the table.
So, here's a big thank you to whoever shared their fields with the needy.
Oh, and here's a virtual raspberry to Paul Hanson, a kid who was gleaning with me that day. I know he spied on me when I went behind a bush to pee.
And now for a completely unrelated link:
Traditional Bows in Contemporary Warfare: Fascinating photo essay of a recent battle fought with weaponry more associated with Agincourt.
