For the second year in a row, our church has sponsored a Pumpkin Patch to raise money for our church’s teenagers to go on summer mission trips. Having a Pumpkin Patch is quite an endeavor, requiring a massive amount of volunteers to staff it daily for all of October. It takes a village.
We have a teenager who loves the summer mission trips, so we’ve been trying to do our part this fall by working multiple shifts at the Pumpkin Patch. What I’ve re-discovered about myself is that I just love pumpkins. How can a piece of produce actually produce joy? I’m not sure. It is one of those mysteries of life, I guess. I love the color of pumpkins-the orange ones, the white ones, the multi-colored ones all delight me. I love the size and shape of pumpkins. I love the stems, the bigger, the better. I love huge massive pumpkins and those little bitty tiny ones with the cool curved stems.
Every time I work at the Pumpkin Patch, I buy more pumpkins. They are on my back porch, my front porch and now, on the mantel, nine of those adorable-sized curved stem pumpkins. Every time I see my pumpkins, I feel a little surge of joy.
I think I feel such pumpkin joy because a pumpkin is just a sure sign of fall; of nature’s bounty and of God’s wildly varied, colorful, imaginative creation. Pumpkins are just one of the countless ways God shows off.
In many ways our world is a scary place right now with Ebola, Isis and a few other threats. People around me, including me, have experienced tough things and are a little bruised and battered. Somehow, in the mystery of how God works, a little pumpkin joy makes up for that. God is good, all the time.