Pulling together

I remember, as a boy in Maine, mowing hay in the summer of 1956. I'd been working with Molly and Nellie for over a year by then, I was still too small physically to load mechanically baled hay, but working with the men in the hay fields was one of the privileges of becoming a teen. With a team of horses I mowed and raked the old fashioned way; I was learning much, with much left to learn.

"Spasmodic, fitful movements of some who claim to be Christians are well represented by the work of strong but untrained horses. When one pulls forward, another pulls back, and at the voice of their master, one plunges ahead, and the other stands immovable. If men will not move in concert in the great and grand work for this time, there will be confusion. . . . If men wear the yoke of Christ, they cannot pull apart; they will draw with Christ. . . ."