Strange Harvest

There is a strange harvest in our nation today. It is different from the strange fruit that hang from the poplar trees in the old south that Ms. Billie sang about…

Yet it is the same.

Different because that strange fruit was like a cash crop, a major money maker, a staple in that post-antebellum world. Like Florida is known for oranges and North Carolina for tobacco, those southern trees were known for their strange fruit.

The harvest that is being reaped today comes from a seed that germinates in the deepest parts of the soil of hearts and minds of people, watered by that same old southern irrigation system that never was dismantled. Those stalks start shooting up and growing ever more threatening you know it is time to reap the harvest. See when cotton was ready to be harvested you could look at it and tell: when that fluffy white ball push through the green pod that concealed it you know it was time to harvest that crop.

The strange harvest’s crops are a little different: see sometimes when those stalks shoot up at night in a hoody, then it’s time to harvest to cut them down.

Or when they are behind the wheel of an automobile in a neighborhood where you didn’t know that they grew

or when they are walking down the street

or sitting in the mall

or having a party before their wedding the next day

or pulling their wallet out of their pocket

or walking through Wal-mart

or relaxing in your own house

or grocery shopping

or attending a Bible study at church

or...or...or...

The harvest is plentiful and unfortunately the harvesters are more than willing.

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