One year my father decided that we would “have a garden.” He enlisted a friend with a tractor to plow up a pasture behind the parsonage for us and commenced to plant rows of fun things for us to harvest later and enjoy at the table. We had rows of beans, rows of corn, rows of okra, rows of tomatoes, rows of cantaloupe and watermelon. There were purple hull peas and squash. And the garden produced. We had lots to eat from the garden that year.

What Dad did not tell us was how much work having a garden would entail. He did inform us that we would all benefit from our own contribution to the garden and then issued each of us what he liked to call a “goose-necked plow” which he had marked with each kid’s initials for personalization.

We worked the garden, then it offered up an abundant harvest for our own benefit. We kids felt like he had developed too much of the pasture, but the massive size of the garden provided lots of produce for eating fresh and canning.

“Remember this: The person who sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and the person who sows generously will also reap generously.” (2 Corinthians 9:6)