Why does corn stop growing all at the same time? I am sure there is some science-y answer that I cannot wrap my mind around – we have already established that being science-y is not my forte.
If you grew up around corn fields A) lucky you (said with both sarcasm and a hint of, wow, those were good ol’ clean-fun days filled with road tripping and talking about who we would one day become) and B) it means that you grew up in a small town and probably everyone knew your business (lucky you?)….
Cornfields and Community. There is something about a small town and the way people come together to help their neighbors, family and pretty much anyone passing through town that may get lost and need directions at that one, single, STOP sign.
My experience living in a small town in my mid-teen years was that, when you were bored out of your mind and had a handful of friends that you spent every minute with, that you just bonded. Days were spent sitting around and talking about how great we would become and what the best invention was and that WE were going to be the inventors of it. Day. Dreaming. Then real life happens. And God moves us along.
Why do you suppose there may be more of a sense of hope in small towns? Not as much of the worldly negative effects? Simple times of literally watching corn grow? What we used to dream about back in the day was being that one stalk that didn’t conform to the science-y aspect of… you’re just corn and you can only grow this tall.
The tallest corn might just get the most sun, but I have a feeling it might just have the deepest roots. Still under debate.
26…”This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. 27Night or day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. 28All by itself the soil produces grain – first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. 29As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.” -Mark 4:26-29 NIV
Can't it all be about dogs? 