October is the month of the "harvest". Pumpkins are everywhere. I love this season. It is a celebration of the fact that the fruit growing season of summer is over, and the harvest is plentiful. At our church in Marilla, NY, we would have a "Fall Harvest" dinner every year around this time. It was a way of celebrating God's blessings and His goodness.
All of this reminds me of Jeremiah 8:20, which reads: “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved”. There is an unmistakable note of sadness in this text—a feeling of deep regret—a sense of missed opportunity. Let us look at all three of the phrases in this verse.
FIRST, The Harvest is PAST.
In the Bible, God uses the analogy of the harvest of grain as a picture of the harvest of SOULS. Those who are saved are gathered together into the safe keeping of the kingdom of God. Those who are lost are like stubble, which is bundled together for burning. This analogy can be found in John 4:35; Psalm 1:1-6; and Matthew 13:24-30. Note the grammar here in Jeremiah 8:20-- this is all past tense. It implies there is no longer opportunity to change one’s destiny. Someday this “Age of Grace” will be over and the harvest day of JUDGMENT will come. Paul reminds us in II Cor. 6:2, TODAY is the day of salvation.
SECOND, The Summer is ENDED.
For kids, summer goes by all too quickly. Here it means the “summer time of LIFE “ itself! It represents the prime of life, the time of hope, opportunity, sunshine, and vitality. How sad the way people waste their entire lives! They have plenty of time for pleasure and fun, but no time for God or spiritual things.
THIRD, "And We Are Not SAVED".
What a tragic confession! What hopeless words! What an awful realization at the end of one's life! I believe that the greatest torment of hell will be the mental awareness that you debated, delayed, and then decided against Christ. See Luke 16. The sad fact is that the Rich Man of this story could not go back and live his life over again.
The songwriter said it so well:
"Almost persuaded, harvest is past!
Almost persuaded, doom comes at last!
Almost cannot avail; Almost is but to fail!
Sad, sad, that bitter wail—Almost, but lost!"