The Farmer Who Wouldn't Open His Hands

In 2019, a small-town farmer named Earl Hutchins sat on his porch in Decatur, Alabama, watching his soybean crop wither under a brutal August sun. His fields were cracking. His yields were plummeting. And three miles down the road, a brand-new irrigation system sat waiting — fully paid for by a USDA conservation grant his county extension agent had fought to secure specifically for farmers like Earl.

All he had to do was sign the paperwork.

But Earl refused. He didn't trust the government. He didn't want anyone telling him how to run his land. So he folded his arms, set his jaw, and watched his harvest fail — while clean, cold water sat ready to flow through his fields at no cost to him.

His neighbor, Martha Gaines, signed her papers in April. Her soybeans came in thick and golden that October.

This is the heartbreak of Psalm 81. God stands ready with His hands full: "Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it." He promises finest wheat and honey from the rock — abundance beyond imagination. But His people wouldn't listen. They stiffened their necks and walked in their own counsel, and so God "gave them over to their stubborn hearts."

The tragedy was never scarcity. The irrigation was always there. The provision was always waiting. God's deepest grief is not an empty storehouse but an unopened hand — His children choosing drought when the water has already been paid for.