A people on the edge of a new land hear that everything hinges on a wholehearted service, heart and soul given with nothing held in reserve. The danger is half-heartedness, obeying with the hands while the affection wanders elsewhere. Letting love do the serving is the mending, so duty stops being a weight dragged along and becomes the natural motion of a heart that wants what it does.
Rain is promised to the ground that truly listens. The listening is the field ploughed open, and God the sky already gathering above it.