Monday, August 9, 2021 All About Corn

Corn fields are full of mystery. When the wind picks up, corn fields are definitely hiding something, with all that rustling and whispering. I’d rather walk through a graveyard at night than a corn field, but maybe I’ve seen too many movies. Actually, the only movie that completely freaked me out about corn fields was “Signs.” When I saw a trailer for that movie, I knew it wasn’t the movie for me, but I got outvoted on Family Movie Night. It ended up being my favorite movie of that year. Every time I tried to explain to people why it meant so much to me, I got choked up. If you see the trailer, you’ll think it’s a cheesy movie about an alien invasion. But it’s not – it’s about one man’s loss of faith and how he has gone from being angry and bitter against God to the worst state of all: indifference. It’s about the moment when he recognizes that God has been there all along and that He has a purpose in everything.

But the corn field part – that was just creepy. We used to live out in the country when our kids were little and we were sometimes surrounded by corn fields. When the corn was high, I was on alert to make sure that none of our kids wandered in and got lost. It seemed to happen every year to some little kid – they would enter the corn fields and become disoriented. You can lose all sense of direction within minutes and every corn stalk looks just like another. One time when we were finishing up supper, we noticed that one of the twins had slipped away from the table – he was only 2-3 years old at the time. We ran outside and called his name, looking toward the vast corn forest and praying that he hadn’t gone there. I went back in the house to get something and there he was – he had fallen asleep during supper and we hadn’t seen him lying down on the bench at the table.

But I’ll tell you something with more than a kernel of truth, if you’ll lend me an ear. Freshly picked new sweet corn, boiled, buttered and salted, is indescribably good. As you move your teeth down row after row, smearing your face with butter as you go, you need to thank God for this summer gift. O taste and see that the Lord is good!

This has been Monday Meanderings and Musings with Lynniebeemuseoday.

If the corn field ever stops with its rustling and whisperings, I’ll consider deleting this.