The garden grows! Turnips and some radishes have been harvested. More on the radishes later.
Special thanks to members of the Chilton / McAlister Small Group for working last weekend. I met them, one was named Matt, which was an easy name for me to remember. So Matt and them, thanks!
Seth Henry, that stalwart yeoman of garden labor (I’ve been watching a lot of college football lately and am beginning to sound like an announcer) is hitting the garden this Saturday.
So, the radishes. They were rad-ish and radishing and, well, that is all the radish puns I have for now. The above gang harvested them (or actually, their children did) with great care and then handed them over to me to prepare and deliver to MLF for distribution to the homeless. Fresh radishes, yes!
I trimmed and cleaned and rinsed and dried them. I packaged them and put them in the crisper drawer.
And then later that night, I came down with the most unlikable stomach flu I have encountered in quite some time. As I lay on my comfortable bed, in my climate controlled house, within feet of my own personal toilet, I thought “I cannot give those radishes that I handled to the homeless. I cannot give the homeless this illness.” I also thought, “this is the worst” and “kids are walking petri dishes, little nasty germ dispensers. I never used to be sick before we had children!”
Lets focus on the first thought, though. I did not give the radishes to the homeless. More importantly, I prayed and am praying for the homeless that are ill. I don’t know what else to say but that my heart breaks for them. We’ve all been ill. It is the worst. Can you imagine being sick on the street? No toilet. No medications. No comfort.
I doubt I am the first person that this problem has occurred to. I bet there are things we can do to help. I will look into it and post here. But, for now, please pray. For God the Healer! The Comforter!
This is not the way it is meant to be. Use us, Lord! Build Your Kingdom here!