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Pumpkin Lessons


I have a confession to make: Sometimes, I don’t want to go to work. Most of the time, I love my job, but there are days and there are moments when I can think of things that I would rather be doing than what I am supposed to be doing.

Like taking a nap.

Sunday afternoon, our church received shipment of over 1,300 pumpkins in the back of a hot, dusty semi truck.

Sunday afternoons are nap time for preachers.

Needless to say, I wasn’t very excited about cutting my nap short to go and man handle over a thousand pumpkins in 97 degree heat.

Why am I admitting this to you?

Because as unexcited as I was about unloading a bunch of pumpkins from the back of a hot truck, I am even more excited to tell you about how wrong my presumptions were about how that event would go. It was, in short, one of the most fun afternoons I’ve had in a long time.

You may be judging my social life right now, and that’s ok. I’m not ashamed to tell you that the hour-and-a-half I spent breathing hay dust and hoisting gourds was far better than many things I’ve paid money for. And it’s not because the work was fun, but because working together is fun. There was a valuable lesson learned that day by all of us about the power of community to transform work into play. The conga line of people that formed between the truck and the pumpkin patch became a network of friends, chained together by a common purpose and a common love.

In short, what we experienced on Sunday afternoon was the blessing that is the church: a community of people, bound together by a common belief and a common purpose, working together for a common goal. When this happens, the work we do is transformed by the community that happens around it. It is this joy that gives me encouragement and hope as a member of a community of faith, as I remember that the hard work of living life isn’t nearly as hard when it’s done together.


-Pastor Jason



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