10/03/2023
There are two clear events in my life that led me to my faith: having children and getting into agriculture.
In having children, we learn of an unconditional love, and a devotion to something greater than oneself, that can only be learned in such a manner. Just as G-d love’s his children, I love mine.
In agriculture, we learn of faith. No other field has such a need for faith, as does the literal fields. Take for example a simple seed. If you read the back, you will find a “germination rate”, a percentage of the package that will germinate when planted. This percentage is usually between 80% to 90%. Some seeds are better than others, some are not. What this percentage means is that if you do everything perfectly: correct spacing and depth, seeds properly stored prior to sowing, correct nutrient load on the soil, proper moisture content, adequate sun, etc. etc…..if you do all that 100% correct, then only 80% to 90% of your seeds will germinate. Following that, if you continue to be perfect, you will then compete against rain, wind, sun and pests to try to keep those seeds growing. Time becomes your enemy as every day is a new challenge to keep that plant alive, until it’s eventually flowering. If you do keep it to flower, then you must pollinate, or pray for natural pollinators to help you out. Essentially, perfection is never enough- and none of us are perfect.
I bring this up, because this week our faith was tested. After 96 hours of waves of heavy downpours, we were left with more than 10” of rain. Last Sunday, over-night, we lost a large flock of hens. 39 hens were dead in the coop, 2 outside it. More than a dozen plus birds were missing, likely taken. The only thing I know for 100% is that a predator entered the coop by destroying a section of fence, and that the adjacent creek rose 15 feet overnight. Is this correlation or is it causation: I don’t know.
It's been a difficult beginning to the week. Our entire next generation of egg layers are gone, after 3 months or raising from hatchlings and more than a thousand dollars of feed and hatchling purchase and hundreds of man hours- we are left with only practice and experience to show for it.
We will get new chicks. We will start over again. We will continue to work the land. Most of all, I continue to keep the faith. I don’t know what G-d’s plan is, but I do know he is hardening my family and I for what the future will hold.
Daniel advised the king, and he was not a perfect man. He supported a kingdom that eventually outlawed his religion and denounced his G-d. But Daniel kept his faith. Daniel was thrust into a den of lions, left to die overnight. When the sun rose the next morning, Daniel was alive and well. With an unwavering faith, the lord stood by his side- blinding the lions to Daniels presence.
Though it may feel as if we (society as a whole) are in the lion’s den, we must keep our faith. The sun will surely rise again, and with the lord’s protection, we too will exit the den and enter the light of day- stronger and wiser for the experience.