Being that Thanksgiving is THIS WEEK (are you kidding me!?) I'm pretty sure I should be nostalgic and wistful as I think about the word harvest, but I'm not feeling that so much today. On Friday last, I peeked at the Manic Monday word and I must say that the only thing that kept coming back to me was this:
It disturbs me, being an organ donor as I am, that should I die and all circumstances be right with my dead body, they would take my organs and use them to heal others. I am not disturbed that they take them or that other people would have them and be helped. That's why I'm a donor. What disturbs is that they use the word harvest to describe the process.
I am dead, and someone is standing over my body with a scalpel. They might say, "Let us reap this harvest of Clancy's kidneys and liver, heart and corneas..." Do you think they'd say a prayer over me thanking God for this bountiful harvest of Clancy and her healthy body?