Mission Musings-October 2025 Helen Mayer
By the time you read this, Fall will officially be here. That means leaves turning into beautiful colors (we hope); fields harvested or being harvested; hummingbirds sadly migrating south for the winter, while the flocks of Canada and Snow geese are migrating in. Fall flowers and “weeds” are blooming in bright colors; our fall gardens are giving us of their best (we hope). Oh, and apples—I can just taste all the delicious ways to enjoy fresh apples! Cooler weather is also soup and chili time—can’t you just smell them simmering on the stove now? We cannot forget pumpkins either, especially since Illinois grows more pumpkins than any other state!
Pumpkins bring back so many special memories for me. You see, when I was much younger and spent as much time as possible out at my grandparents farm, fall and pumpkins played a large part of my earliest memories. Each year, my uncle would plant some pumpkins along with the corn in at least one of their fields. This was before the chemicals, etc. we have to use now to grow our corn, so the pumpkins could grow in the corn all summer, and then, come fall, we harvested them. Turn the clocks back seventy years (I know many of you cannot go back that far, but bear with me, and hopefully you will get the picture.) and those of you who can go back that far, will remember that most of the corn was picked by hand, or with a one or two row picker behind the tractor or in some cases, a team of horses. It was always a special time, when Grandpa would say, “Time to pick corn” because that also meant pumpkin time! My uncle and Grandpa and if I was lucky enough to be there at the right time would head out to the cornfield. My uncle and I would go ahead of the corn wagon and pick the pumpkins off the vines that had spent the summer growing among the corn stalks. I was too short to get them on the wagon, so I would just carry, or roll them to my uncle to add to the pile in the wagon. After we had them collected, we would haul them back to the house, where we would sort them by size, then load them onto a hay wagon sitting out by the road, so anyone going by could put some change in the old coffee can on the wagon, and help themselves to the fresh pumpkins. If a pumpkin would have a crack, then that would go to the house and Grandma would make something wonderful from it. The seeds and peelings would get fed to the chickens and the pigs—their special fall treat!
My how things have changed! You can still see some pumpkins along the road for sale today, but they have been grown much more scientifically than the ones years ago. Years ago, there was one kind of pumpkin—light orange pie pumpkins! Today you see bright orange ones, green ones, blue ones, white ones, striped ones, and the list goes on. I sometimes wonder what Grandpa and Grandma would think about all those colors, sizes and shapes of pumpkins we have today! Of course, lots of today’s pumpkins are just for decoration, but those old fashioned light orange ones, sure tasted good.
So where is this MM going? Well, it’s going several ways for me, and hopefully for you as well, when you are reading it. First of all, hunting through the corn and weeds for the pumpkins reminds me of the Parable of the Lost Sheep—we all know that one, of how the shepherd left his flock to go and search for the one sheep that was lost. Just like our Good Shepherd does for one who is “lost” from His forever flock. Secondly, with all the colors, shapes and sizes of pumpkins we see today, that reminds me that we are all different in so many ways from those around us, but we are all alike in being part of Jesus’ forever kingdom. Pumpkins don’t last forever here in this world. Sooner or later, they decay away. Just like those pumpkins, we are not here in this world, forever either—unlike the pumpkins though, we all have a perfect forever waiting for us with our Savior! As the writer of Ecclesiastes says so perfectly in chapter 3:1-2: “For everything there is a season, and a time for everything under heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.” Yes, it is fall, and time to “pluck up what is planted”, so for us all, each day, our time on this earth is getting shorter, only God knows when we will leave this earth and move to our forever home where we will be welcomed to the arms of our Savior, never to be “lost” again!




























