The Lord of The Harvest
When Jesus walked the earth in Galilee, he knew the natural world as most men until our time have known it. He felt the sun and the wind and the rain upon his flesh. He traveled on foot over rugged hills; he retreated, or rather strode boldly, up to the mountaintops to pray, to find those artesian wells of silence, where hovered the Spirit of God.
Jesus, we are told, chose metaphors from nature because they were ready to hand, easy for his disciples to grasp. I think that's true, if we mean, for instance, that everyone had . . .