I couldn’t help but stare at his hands when they welcomed us into their home. Worn with years and sun. Farming his land. Clutching the Word. Making sweet melodies.

And hers? Knuckly and slim. Embracing us warmly. Serving up coffee. Tickling the keys.

Together–his hand in her’s–they’ve harvested hearts for almost 50 years.

50 years.

Later the Master selected seventy and sent them ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he intended to go. He gave them this charge: “What a huge harvest! And how few the harvest hands. So on your knees; ask the God of the Harvest to send harvest hands.” Luke 10:1-2 The Message, emphasis added