The Dirt Is Plowed. Let's Plant Seeds

Have we wearied enough of the sneers of the wicked?

Have we despaired enough of the laws of men that openly defy the laws of God?

Will we ever stand collectively at spiritual attention and, in the face of pure evil, shout boldly from the mountain top and from the valley, "It is written..."

Yes, we will - but - will we be too late? Have we slept too long?

The righteous waited a long time for the spiritual leaders of this land to lead the charge against the evil that threatens the sovereignty and the Constitutional freedoms of America. When it became apparent that only a handful were willing to do so, Heaven's born-again children of America, together with righteous leaders and legislators of our individual states began rising on their own, and from every corner of this land they have emerged as the dauntless minutemen and minutewomen of the 21st century.

I once heard a history channel commentator describe the minutemen of colonial America as "dirt farmers." And of course we have all heard that term on Little House On The Prairie. At first the term seemed a bit demeaning, inferring the farmer was poor, uneducated, and whose one treasured asset was a field of dirt.

Then - the word, "dirt" struck a chord in my spirit that opened a new understanding, unleashing an entirely new appreciation for the farmer minutemen of all generations.

Like everything else that was once noble and good, man's gradual perversion of the word "dirt" implies today a thing is "dirty," "filthy," "nasty," "cheap" or "unclean." Today, the word "dirt" will send uninformed decadents to the showers for a psychological cleansing. But not all - there is still something wondrous about the word that humbles and delights the handful who have been awakened to the miracle of the third day:

"And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas; and God saw that it was good (Genesis 1:9-10)."

Unless you were raised in the suburbs or one of the thousands of rural communities in America, where dirt is important, you cannot appreciate the term. What a pity you have never felt the rich warming dirt in your hands in the Spring, smelled its fresh aroma, or planted seeds in the sunlit fields that grow the food you urge your children to eat.

"And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth; and it was so. And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind; and God saw that it was good. And the evening and the morning were the third day (Genesis 1:11-12)."

Dirt!!! One of God's richest blessings to mankind and to beast. Filled to depths unknown with seeds of life-giving nourishment, herbs and fruits and seeds of grass, planted once and for all time by the command of God when He called the Earth forth, seeds that have been tended, gathered and returned to the Earth by diligent men of the land. Without these stewards of the Earth's growing seasons, we would not eat and there would be no human race. From the beginning it was so...

Indeed, the food we eat is filled with the vitamins and minerals of the dirt they have grown in, vitamins and minerals that our bodies need to have continually replenished.

God made the good Earth first, then He made Adam who was the first dirt farmer. And it fell to Adam to teach the next ten generations the way to a healthy and abundant life in this good Earth. Noah listened - in the days before rain - and stocked the Ark with abundance for his family and the livestock to last a year or two. We, on the other hand, 5,000 years later, are still learning the basics...

Every single dirt farmer is a blessing to any community, to any nation, and to all people of the Earth. They are called of God to work with Him in all seasons and their labors, though generally unrecognized,and often unappreciated, are precious unto the Lord of Hosts. We are to be grateful for their sacrifice of hard work and for their faith that the seeds they plant will sprout and grow, as we have faith the seeds of the Gospel will sprout when they are planted and will grow into great trees of testimony to God's greatness - and as shade for the weary...

And of course, it must be said, those that belittle or prevent the farmers are guilty of touching God's anointed. Just as the prophet is anointed to speak for God, the farmer is anointed to plant and harvest God's blessings to the people and the beasts of the land, and anyone touching that blessing with mockery or malice, will meet with God's wrath. Remember Ahab and Jezebel who took possession of Naboth's vineyard by violence (1 Kings 21:1-16)?

I believe we have a little time - precious little but a little time nevertheless, and we have to make the most of it. We have to be Earthly farmers with abundant Heavenly seed and we have to be minutemen with a resolve. We have to plant, we have to harvest, and we have to preserve the blood-bought gifts of freedom that were gifted to us in the past as well as those being gifted today. We must never never never take such freedoms for granted. The cost was too dear, too precious to God and to the men whose visions of freedom included you and me...

We must preserve the courage and the memory of that courage, of those long hidden away in consecrated graves, buried in colonial America's churchyards, others buried all across this great land, in the fields of Europe, in Asia, in the islands of the Pacific and in Arlington. Only a few sensitive souls today understand how their blood soaked the good earth and enriched the soil that it soaked, to bring forth freedom and goodness.

When Cain slew his brother in a jealous rage, Abel's blood cried unto the Lord from the ground (Genesis 4:10). God shares this story as a literal and perfectly natural event, and I believe the One who created the whole man. If the life of a man is in his blood, then why should it seem a strange thing to us that a Godly man's blood can cry unto the Lord when it is spilled unto death?

In the theatres of war, where good and evil clash in the spirit as well as in the flesh, God hears and God comforts His fallen saint as He says, "Thank you, and welcome home." And He hallows that place of sacrifice, of giving without condition...

We must appreciate what that means to our religious freedom as Christians and to our Constitutional freedoms as Americans...

For their sakes, for ours and for future generations, we have to stand up collectively and with all praises to God for our grandparents and great-grandparents who planted seed, give all thanks also for our children who will join us in harvesting the fields planted with the Word of God and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Those fields need watering and feeding with undiluted truth, they may even need replowing and replanting. But let's get to work, let's get to the fields, let's put on our bonnets, our straw hats and our gloves. Let's hitch up the team, let's grab our hoes and our spades, we have work to do in the Kingdom of God and in the Kingdom of America.

At one time, long ago, they were one and the same, before the enemy, under cover of darkness, planted the tares in our hallowed ground. Today the three-fold cord of America's Covenant with the Holy God is terribly frayed, split and weakened. Repair must be immediate or the cord will break completely...

They come to take the Kingdom fields of God by force, they come to take the kingdom of America by force, they come...

Will we be minutemen and minutewomen when they come or will we be like the eight cowardly Republican turncoats who aided and abetted the thieves in the House to pass the cap and trade bill with their eight treasonous votes?

America has the most precious dirt in the world - filled with abundant wealth and provisions. We are blessed with blessed dirt - but the soil in our hearts could use the plow and the harrow before any replanting there can be done.

The Word of God is the seed we want to plant but it must be clean seed, good seed, it must not be contaminated seed, or compromised seed, or sterile seed.

It must be the seeds of God, filled with the Seed that was planted in Galilee, the Seed that came forth from the womb of a virgin, died as a substitute on an old wooden cross to save sinners from the sins that hung Him there, rose again the third day, ascended into Heaven and is coming again soon, the Seed that is all holiness, goodness and full of life...

Plant such a seed into the hearts of men today and it will save the wanderer and the broken for the dawn of the everlasting season...

Joan Krempel
July 9, 2009
joan@joankrempelministries.com