Got fruit? (yeah, i use this title a lot...)

This post-it was the morning after Rascal and i read Jesus' cursing of the fig tree.  The creator, the blesser, the one who turned the wilderness into a pool for us and settled us there so that we may establish cities and sow fields and plant vineyards, comes to his own and finds no fruit.

The fields are white and ready, the workers are few, the landowner has gone away but is coming again.  Will he find faith when he returns?