Man

Once long ago I sat on top of the earth. I was on a hill, the grass was as soft as I had ever felt it before, or maybe I just decided to feel it that one day on my skin, but I looked down and watched a man, slowly moving in and out between the rows of patties, with water up to his thighs. He swayed back and forth, with the sun beating down. Mountains covered the landscape and the sun shinning so bright, he could barely see. I had never seen such a beautiful scene. I saw him walk out of the field onto the dry dirt bank carrying patties almost too frail to walk back to his bed. He didn’t know that anyone was watching, but I was the only one looking down at earth examining his every move.  I sat all day intrigued with my knees tucked in and my head resting on them. He got up in the morning at sunrise, worked in the pesticide fields, and then retreated walking slowly, calmly at dusk back to his house. And it made me smile. Because really there is nothing that we can do in the world to make God loves us more than He does. And there was nothing that that man would have had to do in order for me to stop watching him. Because I think so hard, all day long about what I need to do with my life. What is the best thing for me? It doesn’t matter what kind of job we have or what we do with our lives, it matters that we value one another as we would value ourselves.