A guest post from Rich Dixon.
Last time I told you about my wife’s dad.
Dwight’s retired from farming, but he’s still a prodigious gardener. I’m always astonished by both the amount and the size of his produce.
I’ve never had the patience for growing stuff. I want to plant and harvest concurrently.
As a little kid, I recall a home experiment, the one where you plant the seeds in multiple environments to see which one produces optimal growth. I got worried when nothing happened right away – figured my seeds were defective. So I dug into the dirt to see what was going on.
Sort of spoiled the research.
Turns out growing stuff requires some faith. You plant, water, wait…and trust.
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I suggested last time that this crazy situation might be a time for planting seeds. But if you’re like me, you’re anxious to get going. You want to know when it going to end, how it’s going to turn out.
The very last thing you feel like doing is planting a seed and waiting.
The gardener plants at the end of a long winter, when the field’s barren and current circumstances offer no reason for hope. He plants because he believes the sun will soon warm the soil. He plants, waters, and waits with confidence based on experience.
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Hope isn’t some sort of blind, baseless optimism. The writer of Hebrews said hope is a confident expectation about the future, an expectation based on faith in God’s promises.
When things feel bleak, we can plant with confidence. We can trust God’s promise to work for good in all circumstances.
Even when we can’t see any progress. Even when we’re worried and anxious.
Hope says we can confidently plant. And wait. And trust.
We don’t have to dig up our seeds.