Forgotten fruit

In a quiet cul-de-sac near my house (Baddow Hall Avenue), on the road verge, there are some old apple trees. This year they have produced a bumper crop of apples. Yesterday morning, as I walked past on my way to church at 9 am, the road was covered with apples which had fallen during the night. They were lying on the concrete, bruised and some already pecked at. By the time I walked home at 1 pm* many of the apples had been completely squashed by passing cars. Some remained intact in the gutter. But it seems no one wanted to pick them up to eat, or even to take the abundant undamaged fruit still on the trees – we all prefer to pay for shiny supermarket fruit.

Proverbs 10:5, Matthew 9:37-38, 21:28-32, John 4:34-38.

At Soul Survivor Jim Yost said something like “Don’t pray for revival. Revival is already here. Pray instead for labourers to bring in the revival harvest”.

* Our service doesn’t really last four hours. I went early to pray and stayed late to talk.

0 thoughts on “Forgotten fruit

  1. If people only knew how delicious those old varieties of apples are! Here in Mozambique we buy bananas that are misshapen and bruised but have more flavor than the industrialized varieties pushed on the west as fruit.

    Those apples runover by cars really are a symbol of our progress.

  2. To be honest, Lingamish, I have no idea if these apples are tasty or not, because I haven’t tried one. Instead I am eating supermarket apples imported from New Zealand! Shame on me! To be fair, I did look for English apples in the supermarket, but there weren’t any there last week as the season for commercial varieties is only just starting. I always try to eat English apples, a lesson I learned from my father who worked for a time for the organisation promoting and marketing them.

    But of course this post is not really about apples. See the category and the references.

  3. Lingamish, I felt all the more bad about the apples when I read about your fruitless existence in Mozambique. But then I got jealous about the strawberries.

    Actually the apples I mentioned in the post are probably not nice to eat at all. I looked at the remaining ones in the road, and they looked green and sour, probably not yet ripe. I don’t know why they had fallen early, but the tree must be at least 50 years old, when this road verge was a garden. Maybe more will fall when they are ripe and I can try them.

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