Sunday, February 17, 2013
The Scare Crow and the Harvest
We headed out to a conference last night, just the two of us. We went to hear Kathryn and Alan Scott who came the way from far away Ireland to share.
This woman had some words. Words that seemed like a healing balm needing to be delivered forward. I want to deliver these words onward. I hear that the broken are waiting for a message such as this........................
Over the brokenness, in- to the emptiness You are singing again
Words of redemption and songs of deliverance, healing that comes in Your name
Echoing down through the ages
Hearts are freed at the sound of Your voice
Her voice towered high with the message:
It's the sound of Your goodness
The sound of hope filling the air
It's the call of Your kingdom
Awakening faith on the earth
And when Alan shared later we felt we were hearing words from God (via a humble servant)...surely those words were from heaven. And Alan asked us if we knew what a "scare crow" was, and we did. And he said the reason that scare crows work is because a crow is dumb. And then he said that if a crow were smart and he saw a scare crow, he would not visit any other field but that one where the scare crow sits. He would know that that field is full of food!
And I knew that I'd been thinking like a crow that reverenced the scare crow with genuine fear. The imagery was so plain.... and then freeing.
And it wasn't a stretch for me to see, as Alan explained, that the field that he spoke of, full for the taking, was full of the lives of the lost around us, our neighbors, our co-workers. They could be the weak laying in beds in nursing homes in my town, the imprisoned, the homeless, the destitute poor, yet the scare crow towers, angry, threatening, and wise (?).....driving us away from the field...making us go away empty. But in the fields are our inheritance, Alan reminded, and we need not be crows.
But for me, there was a particular field presenting in my mind's eye. A field full of children....orphaned and at risk. The ones destined for American foster homes, in orphanages around the world, on literal streets, and in homes that are falling apart at the seams. The scare crow calls out into the air pedaling his lies disguised as wisdom-- his driving lies to the world-- They have sounded like this to me:
Harvesting here is too hard and not for you
Harvesting in this field will change your life and bring more work to you ---and you know you had been longing for ease
These are all rotten, ruined fruit.
They are more than you can handle.
This may bring trouble, cost, and loss to you.
These are all used up and damaged
This field is too much for you.
This will not bless you, lead you to peace, ease and prosperity
This field is dirty, and someone else's problem
The government has got this covered
Someone else has ruined this fruit and it will always be ruined in some way
You are not a leader and what you can do will not make enough difference to take the risk
You can't afford this harvest
No one will understand if you harvest in this field
No one will help you if you do and you will also be misunderstood
No one will support you
If I start in this field, do I have the staying power to continue on?
Your friends and family will think you are asking for trouble
If the secret beauty of the field is determined by the size and foreboding message of the scare crow guarding it, then this must be one amazing harvest. Wouldn't it be amazing to gather up the orphans somehow...to see them as a rich and full harvest worthy of our sacrifice and our efforts? And if this message is true, we would be the rich ones in the end running over with the joy of the harvest.
Here is the last verse of Kathryn's song:
Over the barrenness, into the night
Over the loneliness growing inside
Over the hearts where hope's been destroyed
Louder and louder, it is Your voice