a surrender - 67

(Continuing "a surrender", chapter nine)

 

God doesn't need our help

 

When our son was born, there were several other families with children on the farm. We didn’t think we would have any more children ourselves, but he would have playmates. Then, four years later, they were all gone.

The farm community had been having troubles for several years. Financial troubles and troubles agreeing about important decisions. They were also having a hard time getting younger people to join them. Then, over a period of a few months, several older members died, including a man who had been a trusted and beloved leader in the community for many years. All this seemed to convince most of the people that, after more than forty years, the end had come. A few families that had been pillars in the community announced that they were leaving. And then those who remained decided to disband and, as they had always planned, give their houses and land away to a charitable organization.

This came as a shock to Heather and me. We weren’t involved in the meetings or the decision-making, since we weren’t official members. So we didn’t see how dire the situation was, until the decision was announced. There didn’t seem to be any clear options for us. We didn’t have any stable income or property or family nearby. And we had a three-year-old child. The life that had seemed so stable felt now like it was collapsing under us. And we didn’t have any idea what would come next. 

An important meeting was scheduled, to decide who would receive the farm. Several small charitable groups would be presenting their proposals to the remaining community members. I also frantically put together a proposal. It was to provide low cost housing to the immigrant workers who came every season to help with the picking of the berries, and train them to eventually take over management of the farm. That would allow any of us who wanted to stay on the farm to stay, and would also support poor immigrants, who were having an especially hard time in our country at the time. I made a passionate presentation. But I think it was obvious to everyone but me that the idea didn’t have the support of the remaining community or the necessary connections in the immigrant community. After the presentations, I prayed hard and hoped desperately as they deliberated. But my proposal had no chance. The decision was made to give the farm to a Christian campground a few miles away.

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