Must Go Night was my favorite meal when I was growing up… and still is. Its sort of like a smorgasbord or one of those huge buffet restaurants where you can get sushi, steak or barbeque all in the same place. Must go night is when everything in the refrigerator must go. You know… the left overs. Growing up at my house you didn’t want to be late for must go or you’d end up with the fish sticks instead of mac n cheese. It was a good lesson; leftovers. In a family of seven on a military salary we didn’t throw food away.
I was gleaning in a friend’s blueberry field the other day. The crop that could be sold had been and I was invited to pick the leftovers. They were large beautiful berries and I was surprised to find them still in such abundance but the market had moved north along with the pickers. I was thinking how glad I was to have this blessing as I watched several sets of children with their grandparents gleaning along with me. And I thought of the wisdom I read in the Bible about leftovers. “When you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap your field right up to its edge, neither shall you gather the gleanings after your harvest. And you shall not strip your vineyard bare, neither shall you gather the fallen grapes of your vineyard. You shall leave them for the poor and the sojourner; I am the LORD your God.” Leviticus 19:9&10.
Now when I read that passage I realized I’d have to give some thought to its meaning as it applies to my vineyard because I don’t know anyone who would care to glean the leftovers of a muscadine vineyard. I’m sure there will be some leftovers and some will fall on the ground but can you imagine getting a call to come pick leftover muscadines? Me either! So what is the application here? The point of God’s wisdom is that we remember life isn’t about us. Whatever field I labor in; whatever my efforts produce is not for me only or even primarily. Whatever I receive by God’s grace through the work of my hands isn’t just for my benefit or enjoyment. There’s grace even in the leftovers. There is more fruit in the vineyard than meets the eye. So I’m sharing some.
Up next… the story of Charlotte and Freddy.