A Different Kind of Harvest

It seems like the pandemic stopped the whole world for the last three years. In some ways the Pandemic has slowed down the rest of the world so that Fukushima could catch up! Seeing empty rice fields along the Fukushima coastline in this beautiful Autumnal weather has reminded me of one simple but powerful truth. 

Nature never stops. 

Nature always rebounds. 

Nature reflects God's glory even after being tainted by human sins such as the Fukushima daiichi plant. After all, it is his creation. 

Fukushima now looks just like any other countryside in Japan, looking through the train window. JR Tohoku line finally opened and I am able to travel all the way to Tomioka from Tokyo without having to transfer to a bus near the disaster-stricken areas. 

Villages along paddy fields show signs of life. People must have returned and are growing food. It's been a while to see this iconic beauty of Japanese countryside, here in Fukushima, again. 

But there is also a different kind of harvest. Harvesting solar energy wherever the land does not seem to be good enough to produce food. A different kind of sign of life.