Today a local farmer harvests his sun-dried corn from our field. The combine rumbles down the rows, cuts and collects the corn, and chops up the stalks and leaves for silage. He works diligently all morning. In the late morning I realize the homey hum of distant machinery has stopped. Must be lunch time. I grab a bite to eat, too. When the tractor turns over, I resume my house work and the farmer begins plowing. I’m not sure who’s happier when the field work is finished… him or me. He’s smiling as he drives past the house on his way home with his feed. I’m smiling as I slip on my old boots and head out to the freshly-plowed field.
Long before Mr. Knutson built the log cabin that’s now part of our larger home, local stories tell how Native Americans wintered along the banks of the Little Wolf River. The remnants and reminders of their simple lifestyle have been buried under years of seasons. But every year the frost pushes rocks to the surface, and sometimes artifacts, too. I walk the furrows hoping to find an arrowhead peeking out from the soil.
I’ve yet to find one. I’ve found my share of agates, fossils, old coins, and other tiny treasures. But never an arrowhead. It would give me such a thrill to find one. There’s always been a little archeologist in my blood. Part of me has always longed to uncover the secrets held in the dark, earthy places, to get a first-hand glimpse of things that I don’t fully understand. As I search, the little voice in my head poses a question: “Do you search as diligently, as eagerly, for the hidden things of God?” The answer comes back: “When driven by life circumstances… yes. On a daily basis… no.”
I wonder what Solomon would think of that answer? When God asked him what one gift he would like, he asked for wisdom. Seems to me he must have already had some to choose so well. And God granted him his request, along with all the more self-serving things Solomon could have requested… wealth, power, fame, long life, etc. I wonder, though, did God just instantly bestow wisdom on him, or did he have to search for it? Or both?
James 1: 5 says, “But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him.” Just like Solomon, I’ve asked God for wisdom. I know, because I see my own foolishness at times, God has not made me instantly wise with the touch of His “magic wand.” Instead, He presents those trials James talks about in the previous verses. He gives me ample opportunity to make wise choices. And that’s when Solomon’s advice to search for wisdom as diligently as I search for an arrowhead comes to mind.
For if you cry for discernment. Lift your voice for understanding;
If you seek her as silver and search for her as for hidden treasures;
Then you will discern the fear of the Lord and discover the knowledge of God. (Proverbs 2:3)