This field faces me each time I leave my house and offers a gentle reminder most would not expect. Most would say that I should remember the spiritual harvest season is here (Luke 10), but that isn't the case. You see, most of the year this field lies in stillness, void of any crop; it is barren, seemingly useless, weed-ridden, and oblivious to the fact that harvest season is coming.
Often, our lives appear that way. Our lives, from the outside, looking in, can seem to be unproductive; weed-ridden, worthless. We look at one another with critical eyes; calling imperfections in the crop garbage, but that isn't always the case. Occasionally that naturally occurring growth of weeds; strengthens the crop, producing stronger, sweeter, bolder fruit to burst forth. Do not be so quick to point fingers and call the evidence of one's life currently visible useless because the basket of fruit doesn't appear how you expect along the growth track the church has set forth.
Different crops take different lengths of time to produce, and some even produce fruit in months one would not expect. Trust the Farmer who is diligently working the field, tilling the ground, pulling the weeds that would harm, nurturing the crop so that it can yield the harvest he desires; not what man deems appropriate. The Farmer is working, don't call his harvest useless. Maybe, just maybe the harvest you are hoping for cuts God short. Maybe, just maybe God has bigger and greater in store, and your words of death creep in and destroy the crop because the ground is tender and open to the elements. Do not undercut God. Celebrate one another. Celebrate growth. Celebrate the imperfections. Celebrate a faithful, loving God who does not give up on us even when we give up on one another.