I don’t wish to teach my son
to work,
but rather to work, love, pray, and rest.
To sow and to reap,
to know grace,
when he sows the wind.
Instead of reaping the whirlwind,
fresh pineapple in December.
* Pineapple is such a wild, spiky and delicious fruit. How is it that I can have one on my table in the middle of winter? Some would say it is due to the triumph of coordinated global agriculture, high-speed international shipping and government trade agreements. But the pineapple isn’t normal. It will have none of that. It knows it’s there because of grace.
