Farmer George

I was out walking the other day and cut through a path into a freshly ploughed field. I have been talking a great deal recently about ploughing ground, preparing people to hear the good news of Jesus coming to rescue.
I then thought about my role as teaching others these principles of ploughing, sowing, watering, harvesting, threshing. my next train of thought was to think I am a farmer really. What dawned on me next I can only describe as God's sense of humour and an example of what I think it means to be in a living relationship with God. For years I had fought the meaning of my name, you know when someone gives you one of those mugs with the meaning of your name, or a place mat with your name's meaning. The meaning of my name is farmer, can you believe it? Now this probably doesn't seem odd to anyone else, but for years I have shunned that, believing that my name was more likened to a kings name or someone of huge importance. I have received so many lessons from this, the main one is my pride all those years at thinking so highly of myself. The second is over the past months I have been enquiring of God what my name is, Paul was formally Saul, the disciples got named again and this is something we see often in the Bible. So I had been asking God what is my name or more importantly who am I to you? The reply was, I believe, you are a Farmer. The even more obsurd thing is how happy I am to be called this after all those years of fighting the thought!
I think God is one of the funniest people I know if not the most...