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Can a Tomato Change the World?

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I haven’t had much time to post anything. This was a blog from 2018 and it still applies today!

Thoughts From the Porch: I need to get a little personal here. I have an issue that’s close to the heart and after this week, I’m driven to share it with you. I haven’t spent much time on the porch. The early blast of Arctic weather has limited my time there. It must’ve delivered some silent signal to our trees last night. They seemed to release all their leaves at once. Except for the few bold ‘hangers-on’, the yard, sidewalk, and most of the porch is covered in dead and dying leaves.

My tomato and pepper plants succumbed to the freeze. I knew it was coming. The cycle of the seasons is inevitable. I know the time will always come to say goodbye to homegrown tomatoes for the winter. I had hoped we’d somehow escape the unusually early frost. It’s always difficult to say goodbye to tasty, fresh tomatoes, even if it’s only temporary.

I spent this last couple of weeks working on grant applications for Opal’s Farm. Everything met with our Director’s approval and I’m submitting them this morning. I haven’t written grants in many years, so there’s more than a little fear there. Did I do it right? What if they don’t come through? What if, what if, what if…

I want to do well: for the farm and as a writer. I guess I’ll find out how well I did when the grants are awarded.

I’d like to be offering a grand update on our progress, but the wet Fall weather has slowed tilling and bed preparation to a crawl. There’s still much to be done in this holiday (and giving) season. November 27th is the Global Day of Giving. I hope that you’ll keep Opal’s Farm in mind if such days are more convenient for you. Please remember though, donations aren’t contingent on special ‘giving days’, they are accepted 24/7, 365 days a year!

Personal experience has taught me that ‘playing in the dirt’ has the power to change lives and communities and provide solutions to problems far beyond food deserts and food scarcity. If that were all it did it would be a noble undertaking, but it’s much bigger than that.

Several years ago, I was working on a community garden in a local westside neighborhood for B.U.R.N. Ministries. Some of the young men who were in the youth program came to help one day when harvesting had begun. One of the young men asked me what “those are” as I was picking tomatoes. The question kind of took me back. I just assumed everyone knew what they were.

You see, he had grown up in an urban food desert. Most of his diet had consisted of processed foods from the local dollar and convenience stores. He had no idea what fresh produce looked like!

I pulled a tomato off the vine, wiped it off, handed it to him, and invited him to try it. He was reluctant at first. He took a small bite. I watched as his face went from a turned-up nose to a beaming smile. “That’s really good”, he said as he devoured the rest of the tomato. “Can I have another one?”

I’m not saying that one tomato is going to change the world. But I couldn’t help but notice how it changed his face and his perception. It was like shining a light in to a dark place. Once he ‘saw’ the opportunity in front of him he was able to taste the goodness of God’s world. I’d like to think it provided more than simply a great taste sensation. I’d like to think it provided hope.

That’s why Opal’s Farm is so important: to people, to the community, and to the next generation. A simple tomato has the power to change everything. That’s why I’m so passionate about a couple of acres and some wonderful produce.

I could go on and on. Educating people, feeding folks, and empowering individuals for stewardship and the opportunity to leave things a little better than they found it leaves me humbled and in awe of God’s creation.

As a professional writer, I’m supposed to craft my words carefully and ask you to be a financial partner with Opal’s Farm. I’d love for you to be a ‘farmer’, right alongside us whether it be with financial support or digging in the dirt. Moreover, I’m not too proud to beg. My wife always reminds me, “A closed mouth doesn’t get fed”. This is a golden opportunity to make a difference; to do something tangible. Right here. Right now.

So, I implore you to join us! You can reach us at:

http://www.unityunlimited.org

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Welcome Funkytown to Opal’s…

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It’s a beautiful, but still hot, Sunday morning here in Fort Worth. The record for triple-digit days in September was demolished days ago. It’s been 100 degrees or more for most of the last twenty days and nights are offering little relief. However, that’s supposed to change this week with highs in the nineties and lows in the seventies. Seeds will finally be able to germinate with lower ground temperatures. The seventy degree nights offer a chance for the soil to recover and maintain a lower, more constant temperature. My fiftieth high school reunion was this weekend in Denver, Colorado. I would’ve loved to enjoy the cooler climes of Colorado and see folks I haven’t seen except on Facebook for the last fifty years, but I have a fantastic week coming up at Opal’s Farm and couldn’t be there. There’s way too much work to do. Think of me guys while I’m sweating away…

We want to make a major announcement this week at Opal’s Farm this week. In 2021, our friends Cort DeHart and Kent Bradshaw formed a non-profit called the Funkytown Food Project based on the model created by The Food Project in Boston. For the last five years they’ve built an amazing community and youth-based project offering paid internships to students at Conundrum Farms in Crowley. Please check out their website at www.funkytownfoodproject.org to learn more about their youth and community programs.

This year they expanded their summer program to the academic year, and I’m pleased to announce that yesterday Funkytown Food Project began working at Opal’s Farm for the Fall semester. Our first day was amazing. Each of the student interns has been through the summer program and experienced a working farm. It’s such a joy to partner with Funkytown and share in the benefits of not only experienced farmhands, but young people that exhibit the values of respect for the land and other people, true leadership, and diligence and creative thinking rarely seen in the workplace anymore. I was inspired and uplifted by each of the students.

The students work in the morning and then spend the afternoon learning leadership skills, social and food justice issues, and community-building – the things often overlooked in school. It’s these values that are core to Opal’s mission as well and this was a perfect partnership to be a part of. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to have Funkytown Food Project at Opal’s Farm and can’t wait to see them all on the coming Saturdays.

We’re still low on produce this week. The record-breaking heat we’ve had this month has slowed our production to a crawl. Although new items will be available soon, Opal’s Farmstand is still open each Saturday. If we don’t have much produce, Tabor Farms is there each Saturday with their produce. Please don’t forget the herbal teas, salves, and the jams, jellies and pickles available each Saturday as well. We have two new neighborhood vendors who’ve applied to participate in the farm stand as well. We’re still open during our summer hours from 9AM until noon through October 3rd. We’ll be changing hours the following week from 11AM until 2PM on the 10th. Hopefully, the worst of our summer heat will be gone!

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Part of the Body…

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Happy Labor Day weekend to all. I’m sitting here at home enjoying the air conditioning and recovering from another surgery – this time on my left wrist for carpal tunnel. I assumed that such a minor procedure, after all it’s just a day surgery, was no big deal. I’d be able to return to the farm by Monday. My elbow surgery in July only kept me in for the weekend. It’s day two of recovery and I’m not so sure I’m going to be getting much done on Monday.

You see, the elbow, while sore after surgery, doesn’t require the same amount of care as the hand. The hand, on the other hand (pun intended), presents different challenges. I can’t pick anything up because trying to grip anything or lift anything causes severe pain. I try to be careful but sometimes I forget and believe me, it doesn’t hesitate to remind me that I can’t do that right now. One doesn’t realize just how important and how frequently we use our hands each day until their use is compromised…

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Ironically, my meditation this morning was from the Apostle Paul’s letter to the Corinthians.

“I want you to think about how all this makes you more significant, no less. A body isn’t just a single part blown up into something huge. It’s all the different-but-similar parts arranged and functioning together. IF foot said, “I’m not elegant like Hand, embellished with rings. I guess I don’t belong to this body,” would that make it so?… As it is, we see that God has carefully placed each part of the body right where he wanted it.

But I also want you to think about how this keeps your significance from getting blown up into self-importance. For no matter how significant you are, it is only because of what you are a part of… What we have is one body with many parts, each its proper size and in its proper place… Can you imagine Eye telling Hand, “Get lost. I don’t need you”… As a matter of fact, in practice it works the other way – the “lower” the part, the more basic, and therefore more necessary. You can live without an eye, for instance, but not without a stomach. When it’s part of your own body you are concerned with, it makes no difference whether the part is visible or clothed, higher or lower. You give it dignity and honor just as it is, without comparisons…

The way God designed our bodies is a way of understanding our lives together as a church: every part dependent on every other part; the parts we see and the parts we don’t. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance.

You are Christ’s body – that’s who you are! You must never forget this. Only as you accept your part of that body does your “part” mean anything.” (First Corinthians 12. 14-27 The Message Bible)

I know this was originally written to Christians in a church beset by “getting along” problems, but it’s a great reminder to all of us today regardless of faith tradition or lack thereof. This ancient wisdom is applicable to all levels of our culture.

Take immigration for instance. The recent suicide of Pierre Damas Bel, a young Haitian immigrant who recently lost his Temporary Protected Status (TPS) is a prime example. This young man was an honor student who wanted to be a doctor. When the administration stripped Haitian immigrants of TPS, they were in effect saying “Get lost. I don’t need you!”. In fact, it not only reflects cruelty but reflects stupidity as well. Haitian immigrants make up a large portion of the healthcare industry, whether it be as medical doctors or home caregivers. Their impact in the community is to be celebrated and encouraged, not hatefully dismissed.

I find hope in the fact that other members of “the body”, neighbors surround the hurting member with their shared hurt, anger, and their healing. The folks in Minnesota who took to the streets despite severe cold weather to document the wounds to their neighbors and remove the cancer of ICE, took food to members to afraid to leave their homes, and support their community. I applaud the people of LA, Danbury, Connecticut, Springfield, Ohio, and countless other places that have shown the importance and care of all parts of the body no matter who and what they are.

Community, “body” – no matter what you call it you can’t ignore that each part is equally important. I’m an urban farmer. My job is to get fresh food from Opal’s Farm to our neighbors, to provide access to healthy food that impacts the health of the community. That’s just as important as the medical professional who treats the illnesses stemming from improper nutrition and the denial of access to it. Two sides of the same coin. Taking care of the other parts of the body – our neighbors and community members.

I’ve come to believe in the simplicity Jesus taught his disciples – Love God, love your neighbor, and everything else will take care of itself. Together we can take care of the “body”, one part at a time by simply doing our part.

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Just Thinking…

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I rarely speak of my recovery from the disease of addiction. Addiction is almost always associated with drugs – as I know all too well – but it encompasses so much more than that. According to Wikipedia, there are over thirty distinct twelve-step programs based on the Alcoholics Anonymous model for a variety of addictive maladies. There’s even more loosely based on the AA program.

One of the main traditions of twelve-step recovery is that of anonymity so I rarely speak publicly about my own process unless it’s applicable to another hurting human being sharing the same struggles. What I’ve learned to share openly is that none of my recovery has been due to my own efforts. Healing has taken place because of the relationship I have today with the “God of my understanding”. It’s only through God’s love and spirit that I’ve not only stayed clean for over twenty years, but that I’m finding new life, and “life abundantly” as the Apostle John said.

I was having coffee and meditating while out on the porch this morning when I rediscovered one of the basic truths of my life today. Romans 8.5-7 says:

“Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life. Those who trust God’s action in them find that God’s Spirit is in them – living and breathing God! Obsession with self in these matters in a dead end: attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious free life.”  (The Message Bible)

I struggled with addiction for many years even after I was introduced to recovery some forty years ago. I got clean and began healing from the disease of addiction when I finally stopped trying to do it on my own. I was fortunate to have a dear friend and mentor who stuck by my side in those early days. He frequently reminded me that I needed to keep it simple. “You can never be too stupid for this program, but you can always be too smart” he would tell me”. For me, the principle of K.I.S.S. – Keep It Simple Stupid – was a necessity in my recovery.

Simplicity has come to be the rule for me. I’m often reminded of a passage in recovery literature that says the core of our disease is our self-obsession and my friend’s wise words, “Do the opposite.” If the thing that makes my life destructive then the antidote lies in the opposite direction – serving others. Unfortunately, that runs against my very human nature and no matter how hard I try to do life differently I fail miserably – wrapped up in all the chaos, confusion, and worry that somehow how won’t get what’s mine. Everything and everyone else fall by the wayside. I’m not sure what “mine” is anyway because it’s all a gift.

So how do I “do the opposite”, that thing so contrary to my nature?  I rediscovered the answer this morning – allowing God, allowing love and grace – to take up residence in me. The ancient wisdom found in Romans 8.9-14, says:

“But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won’t know what we’re talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells… you yourself experience life on God’s terms… So don’t you see that we don’t owe this old do-it-yourself life one red cent. There’s nothing in it for us, nothing at all. The best thing to do is give a decent burial and get on with your new life. God’s Spirit beckons. There are things to do and places to go!” (The Message Bible)

I’m not trying to preach or proselytize. I can only tell you what has become true in my life and in my home. I see the division, selfishness, and lack of concern for others and the common good of all. I’m bombarded daily with everyone’s opinion, rather from the Right and the Left, how all can be made better. The talking heads go on and on and nothing changes.

My friend once asked me how I expected to solve my problems with the same brain that created them in the first place. Maybe I need to stop trying to fix the situation and rely on the constant help God has so graciously provided. Maybe that’s an answer for all of us. Simplicity. Do the opposite. Maybe instead of right and left we’re all asking the wrong questions. Perhaps the more accurate question is about right and wrong; especially when it comes to helping others and living together as was intended for us all along. The same old, same old hasn’t worked too well.

I still attend recovery meetings all these years later (although not as frequently as I did in the beginning of my recovery). I still need to be grounded and centered from time to time. Sometimes, I just need to be reminded to K.I.S.S., live the life that’s been so freely given to me, and share with you all…