Notes from Jan

A Taste of Church at the Farmer’s Market

September 12, 2019

What’s not to love about a late summer’s day, puttering around the farmer’s market at Stage Fort Park, overlooking Gloucester Harbor and the Atlantic ocean behaving itself. An eco-friendly bag dangles off my arm, important identification with responsible folk who buy locally and organic when semi-affordable.

Strange groupings of old and young,  some on leashes, happily meandering among fresh fish, fruit, vegetables and other reminders good still comes homegrown, without stickers or warnings. We slip in and out of stalls, pinching peaches, sniffing melons, peeling back ears of corn, snatching bunches of fresh basil, whiffing  its peppery goodness.

Finally, the tomatoes, imperfect in shape, mottled in color, humpily-bumpily reminders they didn’t grow up in hothouses, pampered and protected, eye perfect but tasteless. These tomatoes survived outdoors, fought pestilence and predators, clung to a vine and the hope someone would find them worthy of a Caprese salad with fresh mozzarella and basil or a BLT with extra bacon and mayo. 

Extra bacon reminds me of a gift from one of my friends.  She knew I’d love this quote from some kindred spirit,  “I want to grow my own food but I can’t find any bacon seeds.”

Maybe I’ll ask one of the farmers. 

Better yet, thank one.


Planted, tended, picked, sorted,  hauled and spread before us, edible mosaics of God’s faithfulness made visible through saints in overhauls,  weighing, bagging and making change with calloused hands and a smile.







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  • Reply Sharon September 12, 2019 at 7:17 pm

    The imperfect taste great! They are remarkably good.

  • Reply Dale September 12, 2019 at 7:33 pm

    Since only 2% of Americans are farmers and produce enough food for America and much of the world, the percentage of us who claim to be Christ followers should be able to help assure everyone has enough to eat. Just a thought.

    Blessings, Dale

  • Reply Vera September 12, 2019 at 10:55 pm

    Does your family still have the farm land down south? Your mom wrote about your brother buying land to settle and farm.

  • Reply Maggie September 13, 2019 at 3:06 am

    Jan, as the daughter of a farmer, I loved this post. (I actually love all your posts, but still…) My favorite day of the week in our new hometown in the Smokies is Saturday when dinner is determined by whatever is fresh at the Farmer’s Market. Although guess where I am this fall? Our homeland – yours and mine – Norway. Mike and I are here for several months assisting an international church in Stavanger, Somehow I know my farfar and farmor would be happy to know we are here. Hilsen fra Norge!

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