It’s Fall, It’s Harvest Time

{On Monday night, October 2, Gail Zedick shared these words of encouragement she had written with the Deacons prior to their meeting. The Deacons in turn wanted to share with everyone else. — JM}


Yesterday, we ushered in a true feeling of Fall.  The temperatures have moderated; there’s a certain smell in the air signaling its arrival. The first hints of color from greens to yellow, orange, and red are appearing on tips of leaves.  Pictures of the North Carolina mountains show even more color of the season as a preview of what’s to come in the middle of our state.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  We’re anxious to buy those colorful mums, put up displays of pumpkins and hay, smiling scarecrows, not to mention the appearance of huge bags of candies in the stores to satisfy the anticipation of those knocking on our doors later in the month be they young or old.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  Time to pull out the light jackets and snuggly sweaters and put away those sandals and flip-flops.  We begin to watch for festivals of apples, pumpkins, and soon on some tables the delicacy of…yes, collards.  You either love them or hate them.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  Our thoughts turn from weekend trips to the beach or lake to settling in on talks about what to do this year for the coming celebrations:  relax with a light meal and a lot of football. Or, an all out six course extravaganza with fine china, polished silver, candle light and a huge turkey centerpiece.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  Not that we aren’t mindful of how gloriously God has been with us all through the year; but may we focus more deliberately on refreshing our spirits in the midst of the changing, dying leaves.  As our footsteps crunch pine cones and pine straw; we can see further into the forest and maybe catch a glimpse of a doe and her growing off spring whose spots have all but faded.  Squirrels scurry through the trees above.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  We’ve fellowshipped with like believers, we’ve prayed to our Almighty; we’ve withdrawn to ponder the trials and troubles of our country and families.  We’ve gathered for silent prayers in the hushed remains of an aging structure in the soft glow of sunlight through milky glass met with the light of a single candle on the table.  And now we look on this corner of the street and see evidence of a harvest in Faith.  As a church we prayed. We asked for direction.  We asked for the way to go.  We sought God’s guidance and He has shown us.  God spoke.  This is the harvest.  God is good.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  Soon, very soon, the debris in the yard will be cleared away.  Maybe even a few new blades of grass will break through before the winter frost.  Fresh paint, new padded seats, all things new now visible and right there to touch.   Familiar voices will return to the space and new ones, too. We’ll look up and around noticing differences and things familiar.  The choirs will praise God for His greatness in song, promises kept, His provisions, His faithfulness. The harvest.  And a service with an offering for all to come to the alter to pray, to repent, to receive, to praise, to offer thanksgiving in this season.  It’s harvest time.  God is very good.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  So, what will we do with this harvest?  How will we give?  How will we show Thanksgiving deep in our hearts and outwardly?  We all recognize how truly blessed we have been over the course of the past years to come to this place in time.  We celebrate the goodness and promises of God and then ask:  How will we give this harvest to glorify Him for those who are faint of heart, sick, to the hurting, the poor, the widowed, those who chose a difficult or wrong path, the lonely children with absentee parents.  God is Love.

It’s fall.  It’s harvest time.  I challenge each of us in this season and as we approach the dedication of a renewed space to voice our utmost Thanksgiving in prayer and deed, to continue searching for how we will spend the harvest in service to our community and church; to be humble servants while we lead and encourage others.  It’s harvest time.  God is everlasting.

And to each of you, may God be glorified in all things we do and say in this season of renewal, of change.  May we renew our vision as Christians, as a church body who is driven with and by a purpose.  It’s fall, and it’s harvest time.  God is good.  God is love.  God is everlasting.  Now go and tell of His mighty goodness.

Bless be to God.  Amen.


– Gail Zedick

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