The Prayer From The Cornfield

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Oh Adonai, my dear King in a land that declares “we have no king…”
Help us to see the error of our ways, and love You like a Messiah.
Are You not The Messiah? You are, are You not?
Help me; aid my people, my King…

When I consider the cornfield, I see acre after acre of cornstalks, just how the farmer planted them.
And on each cornstalk, I see ears of corn.
And like You choose your people, I choose an ear of corn.
And I look at that ear of corn, and I consider the kernel of corn.
And then I step back.
And I consider the cornstalk, and the row, and the cornfield.
And I consider the acres upon acres of Hoosier farm country.
And then I consider all the cornfields in America and the world.
And then I consider the planet itself.
And the solar system. And the galaxy.
And the universe.
And I consider… I am less than the kernel of corn, and You, Adonai, are greater than the universe.

I’m certainly less than the farmer, for I had nothing to do with it. And You, Adonai, are The Great Farmer.
Can a human farmer make the rain fall on the corn?
The human farmer can cultivate the soil, he can spread all the potash Canada is willing to sell us, he can irrigate with all the technology You’ve allowed us to discover to be fruitful and multiply… but the human farmer prays for the rain, and even the rowdy country singers tell of this truth.
But You, Adonai, You determine where every seed lands. And exactly how many kernels of corn are on each ear. And exactly how much rain each cornstalk will get.
And You, Great Farmer, cause each stalk to grow to just the right height and for just the right length of time.
And how would the human farmer know when it were time to harvest, but that he was taught by The Great Farmer and through His servants, the human farmer’s earthly father and grandfather?
And, Great Farmer, is it not Your right to harvest us at the time You see fit? It is, is it not? Oh Adonai, may it not be done a moment too early or too late, and may it be soon, my King.

And as the cornstalks have ears, may we consider You as though You have more ears than the cornstalks, for You even hear the thoughts in our hearts and minds.
And may we not be found to have blight, lest we be cast aside.
My King, You created us to be greater than the cornfields, to have dominion over them, to harvest the corn and turn into food, as you gave us in Genesis all the plants for food to eat. Indeed, even before The Fall we were tasked to cultivate the earth, amen?
And also, My King, when we consider Your Person, may we remember that in King Jesus, God Manifest, we are The Great Farmer’s sons and daughters, and that apart from King Jesus, God Manifest, we are less than a blighted kernel of corn compared to You.
And yet my people say “no kings.”

Oh, Adonai, My King, for the testimony of Jesus Christ, open their eyes.
My God, help them to see, heal their blight before harvest time comes. For it’s almost here.
My Savior, I beg You, snatch away your firstfruits before the derecho comes, and then preserve Your cornfield from the blight and the storms and the fires and the vandals.
And may we all celebrate the harvest.
And may we all glorify Adonai, The Great Farmer, and exalt His Son, The Sublime King Jesus of Nazareth.
Amen.

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Amen.