A childhood hero of mine was an agriculture engineer. He related a story about an irrigation project that captured my attention and imagination as a teenager. He solved challenging problems related to growing food with enough water, making a difference for a community that could not afford to compensate him. It was an aid program that made a difference without reference to anything other than care.
As I looked out on the rice patties in Yilan County, Taiwan, I thought of Bill, his work, and my aspirations, which were born in those early days. I could see the care and attention the local farmers and agricultural team had paid to the small feeder canals, interlocking gates, and maintenance of clean water. Beyond the idyllic scene, there was a lot of hard work that never completely stopped.
Small contributions often lead to significant outcomes. It is easy to enjoy the rice of Taiwan and forget what went into the planting and supporting the growth cycle through harvest. As I looked on the scene, I could see beyond the quiet stillness and reflection of the sky and clouds. Life reminded me of the daily disciplines and attention required to nurture my growth. At times, they seem optional. I have come to appreciate that if I am to step forward within, each brings water to my thirsty heart and soul.
As I spoke with a farmer nearby, his humble attitude was inspiring. He was proud of his work. His body language spoke of being called, working in a privileged role, and enjoying the moments when he could share his passion. Metaphorically, he had “made pools of water to irrigate the groves of trees,” (Ecclesiastes 2:6) with a sense of purpose. I could feel the goodness that was within him. Even as we struggled to communicate, I was filled with peace and hope. He was, for me, a child of Divinity, sharing the joys of working with a creator to bring food, substance, and joy to those willing to enjoy the harvest.
Today, I can bring water to the thirsty.
