The Fields are White Unto Harvest

I grew up on a small farm in Co Down, Ireland.
My dad raised ten children from farming the land.
He kept a herd of Freisians cows.
That meant milking the cows twice a day.
No lying in bed when one felt like it.
Mum reared chickens and sold the eggs to a local grocery store.
I used to carry buckets of grain and water across a field to feed the chickens, and then collect the eggs.
Dad grew crops of potatoes for the family’s use and oats and barley to supplement the feed for the animals.
We children always helped out when we could.
When the oats crop was ripe and cut, we would help dad gather up the stalks and bind them into sheaves.  The sheaves were then collected and built into a stack.  At the top of the stack an empty food sack was tied on to keep the seeds and stalks dry until threshing day.

 

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Here is a photograph I took recently of such stacks.  There are eight stacks, the number of daughters my father had. The scene prompted me to write this post.
This farmer keeps the tradition of threshing going to show the next generation how the oats were harvested.

Threshing day for dad would come around.   Farmers in the neighbourhood came to help with the work.
A Threshing machine was used to separate the seeds from the straw, and bind the straw into bales to be stored for cattle bedding.
It was an exciting and joyful day for our family.  We helped our mum prepare a big pot of stew and home made soda bread to feed all the men who came to help.  The boys helped the men while us girls played around in the sunshine.  It was a golden scene with the sun gleaming off the straw.
In Ireland in the past this harvest event would have been a time for match making.
A marriage could be arranged between a suitable young man at the threshing and a daughter of the household.
The single men who attended dad’s harvest may have had designs on us daughters, but we thought they were far too old for us.

We found our husbands in farther away fields in other counties.
Today some of our children have found husbands and wives from the nations.
We got news yesterday of the birth of our Canadian grandchild!  This is my harvest!

A very long way from the Threshing field in Dunmore.
Life in the past was more leisurely and people depended on each other to help with the harvest.
It did not matter if you were a Protestant or a Catholic when it came to helping your neighbour.
We  could not hate our neighbours.
Sadly the community atmosphere has disappeared.
Small farmers have to supplement their income with another job.
Big families are rare.
The combine harvester sweeps up the harvest .
No more cups of tea and soda bread with melted butter running down the sides in the harvest field.
No more talking and sharing stories or finding out who had got married or had a baby.

Jesus was familiar with harvest time in the Land of Israel.  He would have seen the farmers gather in the grapes, olives and wheat.  He mentioned stories relating to the harvest, olives being pressed to make olive oil, grapes being crushed to make wine and grain being crushed into flour to make bread.

We remember His death through the breaking of bread and drinking wine, the fruit of the vine.

He spoke of a different kind of harvest, the harvest of souls to bring to heaven.  He is looking for workers in His Harvest.  Let us bring joy to Jesus.

 
Nowadays we find out the news from friends via Facebook.
The harvest field is now the nations.
Welcome to my field.
Thank you for listening to my story.

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2 thoughts on “The Fields are White Unto Harvest

  1. Dear Angela

    First of all congratulations on Davids child, Your grandchild!!! Yes the harvest is READY to be harvested. I grew up on a high flat no garden.but not far from the forest and i always loved nature, and still do.It brings rest and God speaks much through it to me. When i was a child every year we went on a two week holiday to a farm that was all i was looking foreward to the whole year,i felt at home there. I dreamed of marying a farmer (I did Gerrit has been sowing much seeds into my life our children and the nations) and now its reaping time. I had a dream of a harvest field ripe golden, from all different directions people came to harvest, and as we started to gather in, angels came down and hooverd over us, and then it was if we were in a fast forewarded film. The gathering went supernatural! I love driving through the fields now, and as we have been blessed with this amazing sun its glorious. We move 6 0ct to a friends house, she looks after and lives with her parents as they are very ill. It s for an inbetween period.Harry and Flo offerd us to store our stuff in their shed so we call ourselfs blessed, and will see from there were God leads us. Hope you both are doing well, and that Brendan finds way to express his loss and get restored. When we r in Belfast we would like to have you over for some dinner and fellowship. It s in Belfast (in Belmont) a quiet area. Our love to you both. Gerrit and Nanda

    Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 09:58:46 +0000 To: gnuitterdijk@hotmail.com

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