Reflections on the brunch

By: 
Kay Reminger
Leader Columnist

I am in awe of the many, many volunteers responsible for organizing and pulling off a Brunch on the Farm. There were gifts freely given all through the day, gifts of encouragement, of service, of support and especially, Terry and Dianne’s offering of their farm. Thanks, Ter and Di, for throwing the biggest party we ever had! It simply amazed me as I gazed, astonished, at my brother’s farm that Sunday. There were busy bees at every corner, offering their gifts of service by emptying garbage, dishing up food, driving wagons full of people craning their necks to see all there was to see. The parking attendants knew exactly how to do their job. There was efficiency at every turn. I cannot imagine the hours and hours of planning that goes into pulling off a brunch on the farm. I emailed Deb Mielke, president of the Shawano County Farm Bureau, regarding attendance and to give her kudos. Her brief recap of the day’s attendance and weather went like this: “We served almost 2,800 people which is about 2,800 people more than I expected with the weather that we had during Saturday night. With all the rain I’m sure that most people thought the farm would be a mud hole. “Fortunately, being at Terry’s, we had that beautiful feed pad and the water ran off, and the parking field sloped and the water ran off. Any place else and we would have been in trouble. Chairs would have sunk into the field; cars would have gotten stuck, etc. So we were blessed with good weather on Sunday and the right place to be for a brunch on the farm!” The morning started with a non-denominational service and that set the tone for the entire day’s festivities. The talented KNX Party Band led us in a humble prayer beseeching the Father, asking that everyone show love and be kind to one another. The Spirit of the Lord came upon those assembled and throughout the day there were smiles and encouraging words. And it began with beautiful music provided by the band. My brother-in-law conducted a short prayer service with a sermon based on 1 Peter 2:6. His words of wisdom taught us who we all are in Christ, no matter our profession. We were protected under the tent from a light rain mist as the service was conducted, but that did not dampen anyone’s spirits. Eventually, the rain stopped, and the sun burned off the fog and shone bright and hot the rest of the day! At every turn there were presentations to educate the attendees on the operation of a dairy farm, from how feed progresses through a cow’s digestive system to the different stages of a cow’s life. Some youngsters have no clue that milk comes from a cow. As a result, Addie the Mechanical Milking Cow had children lined up to strip milk into a bucket, instructions on what they were doing and exactly how to do it. Boy, did they have fun! The bouncy house was another huge attraction for the kids, and the petting zoo had swarms of children petting the lambs, calves, goats and bunnies. There was a pen with horses, barrel train rides and pedal tractor pull, all geared toward the youngsters. The wagon rides were enjoyable, touring the operation at Farm No. 1 and Farm No. 3, feeling the balmy breeze cooling a sweaty brow. As the day progressed, it got warm and the line at the water tank was always full; as well, the ice cream stand was very popular! Everywhere I went, my sisters and I encountered dear readers: sweet, kind, wonderful people who would stop us and chat a bit. I’d hear how my stories would kindle memories of their life on a farm, oh so many years ago. Their comments touched me deeply, bringing tears to my eyes. My sisters and I marveled. We learned, too, about our older brother, the one we never knew, who passed away before we were born. My sister leaned in and quietly whispered, “Kay, this is a gold mine,” as we listened to one gentle woman emotionally recall actually being at our brother’s funeral. We talked to past neighbors, recalling wonderful times spent at church picnics, driving down their lane to the woods behind their farm to gather with friends and neighbors and fellow parishioners. Just before leaving, one man came up to me, looking me square in the face, his blue eyes full of emotion, simply said, “I’m not ashamed of Jesus, either. He is my Lord and Savior, too! Keep it up!” I wept with gratitude that OVERSET FOLLOWS:there are many, many people receptive to the Word, sharing faith in our Lord Jesus Christ. Reluctantly, the day drew to a close. We hugged, my sisters and I, said our goodbyes and left. There was some time in the afternoon to attend my son’s baseball game at Leopolis, so as my husband and I gratefully sunk onto the bleachers, I reflected on the day. Just before the seventh inning, “God Bless America” was played. The players placed their caps across their chest — in the infield, outfield and dugouts — and paused while the song played out across the diamond. My heart, full and tender, praised God, “You are here, too! You are here.” There are servant hearts all over this great earth. Thank you, one and all, for all you do as we joyfully share life together. (“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:17)