Mow Down The Saskatoons

Part of my job at the farm is to mow a ten foot perimeter around the crops.  Because it’s registered seed the inspectors require that space to insure against cross contamination from other crops, as well as minimizing the weeds that are always prevalent on the edges of fields.

One of the other benefits of this practice is that I’m able to push back the ingrowth of trees and bush that creep in on the fields. I pull a five foot Schulte mower with a five foot wing behind the tractor. It’s amazing what that mower will eat.  I’ve been told that the factory tests their mowers endurance by lowering them at full throttle onto a metal post fixed in a concrete pad.  I can easily take down a three inch sapling leaving not much more than splinters.

Now when I’m obliterating those giant weeds called poplars I don’t feel the least twinge of regret.  But when I’m about to mow down a Saskatoon bush, especially one that’s heavy with big, juicy berries I have to admit I’m sorely tempted to pull out just a little and take down some of the crop instead. Or at least stop and eat the berries before I maul the bush.

But instead I remind myself, this is a seed farm not a berry farm.  (Ok, I did stop a couple of times when the berries were exceptionally plump and juicy.) The berries don’t make us any money, and likely nobody will pick them anyway.  It hurts, but I gotta do it.

Life is kind of like that sometimes.  It can be so easy to sacrifice the important for the immediate; to chase after things that bring temporary satisfaction at the expense of what is truly valuable.

Jesus said “seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness,” and again, “do not store up your treasure on earth where moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal, but store up for yourselves treasure in heaven.”

Someone has said that nobody ever came to the end of their lives and wished they had spent more time in the office or the shop.  But many, many have longed for the opportunity to spend one more day with their spouse or children.  Many more in the final days have realised the futility of all they have accumulated or the thrills of this life they have pursued while ignoring the One who gave his life for them.

It might be worth your while to examine your life and see if you’ve been mowing crop to save a few berries.

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About David Berg

I live in a small town in Alberta, Canada. I pastor a small Baptist church and also work half-time on a local seed farm. It has been more than 25 years that I have been married to a most amazing and beautiful lady whose name is Wendy. Together we have three boys, and two beautiful daughter-in-laws. View all posts by David Berg

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