The Parable of the Irrigation Ditch
This is not my ditch. This is a pretty ditch. "...by grace you have been saved, through faith..." Ephesians 2 Summer has arrived at Casa Wilson, and that means a lot of things: Naps, long walks, longer runs, play time with the Badgerling, lots of outside work, and occasionally, time to think. Lately, while drilling screws, cutting firewood, and setting irrigation dams, I have been thinking about grace, faith, and works. There seems to be a lot of confusion about those things. But after twelve years or so of growing hay, I don't think it's all that hard. We live in the middle of a big hay field, and every year we have the grass mowed and baled. We keep a few bales for the garden and the chickens, but we sell most of it. It's fairly easy money; it feels good to know our land is productive, and there is nothing like the smell of a fresh-cut hay field. It's the smell of life, the smell of growth, the smell of money. Of course, the thing that