A Look at The Parable of the Seed

The Seed is to planted in fertile ground so that it brings forth its fruit in season. 60, 80 to 100%. Filled to overflowing and spilling all around.

I confess the sin of culture that hardens the ground. By years of travel the paths are well-worn and trampled down. Nothing can grow there and whatever takes root is quickly killed off by the persistent and unending traffic. The repeating practices of culture that deny God and exalt man. Denies the ways of God and exalts the ways of man. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. The Word, Faithful and True. The Word, Living and not dead. That we would be the Sons of God. The Children of The Most High. Male and female He created us. Be fruitful and multiply is His command. Children, Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother is His command. Priests and Kings. Warriors of the Army of the Lord. Triumphant under All-Mighty God Our Banner. Lean not to your own understanding man of no strength, but be strengthened in the Lord God and all His Might. Break up the fallow ground. Beat your swords into plows. Your swords of culture and self-righteousness. Your shields of self-defense. Beat them into plows. Set yourself in the yoke of The Lord and plow the hardened paths. He will help you! Has He not said it?! The rules and regulations, the educations and the sciences, the politics and the economies. Allow the Salvation of the Lord. Seek the Lord and He will be found. Knock on the door of separation between you and He. Culture. He will open. His is an invitation to sit and eat with Him at His table. In the sight of all your enemies! Surely goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life and you will dwell in the house of the Lord forever....FOREVER! THAT MEANS NOW!! Is the sickness in His House? Disease? Broken bones? Craziness? Paranoia? Is He poor? Is His House empty? On earth as it is in Heaven, His House, allow it to be done on earth. Plow up the hardened ground. The Seed of the Bruiser of the serpent is all ready to sprout. Planted deep in the making of man, in the womb of the woman, The Seed of life. The Light of man. Water it with the washing by the water of The Word. Thy Will be done Lord! Is it His will that any be sick among you? How is that possible? It is by His stripes that you are healed, by His death that the penalty for sin is paid and by His resurrection that we are born again. Dead and yet we live. He has ascended into heaven and taken captivity captive. We are free to walk in the gifts He gives unto man. Not as fallen man any longer, but as His children, His heritage, His Strength. All creation groans waiting. Even your own spirit groans. God Holy Spirit dwells within groaning deep groans of travail, birthing the new creation. All of heaven watches amazed. As Gideon surrounded the enemy with fire in clay pots, we are the people of God. Did he take all the 20000 men of war? No, certain men were selected. 300 of sound character. This is not a word for the doubtful or the unwilling, this is for the confident and the faithful. Not by power and not by might, but by the Spirit of The Living God. Not by numbers nor sword and shield. Not by battle as expected on terms of the enemy. No by The Spirit of The Living God Living in the hearts, mind and bodies of men chosen. Sound the trumpet. Break with a loud crash the earthen clay of life as we know it. Culture. Let loose the fire within, a Holy Blaze. Chase the darkness. Illuminate the enemy and see what he really is. In his haste to flee, he turns on himself and is destroyed. This is the plow :) Now water that Holy Seed with the washing by the Word of God. Living and sharper than any 2 edged sword. To the dividing of bone from marrow. Cutting away as the surgeon, every dark thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God. Praying, fasting, interceding incessantly. As The Son sits at the Right Hand of God interceding until that day He returns. Pulling up every rock of stubbornness. Every weed of choking. Every sickness, disease and doubt. Every busyness and distraction. Every high thing that exalts itself against All-Mighty God. Surround the planting of The Lord with hedges of protection. Prayers, fasting and worship. Songs of the Praises of God. Loud and long, never ceasing. Drowning out every sound that is not of Your Goodness and Mercy. Choirs of Angels and Saints resounding, that all will know that You are God and Keeper of the garden. The Holy Harvest yet to come. In due season. Come Lord Jesus. Come.

Holy Triune God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I set myself before You now and pray You Thy will be done in me and in Your people, The Body of Christ, The Church. I empty myself fully and completely with Your help, that You would find this temple ready for Your fullness. I know that I am forgiven, but many times mistaken. Use my mistakes for Your Life. What the enemy means for evil, You O Lord, use for good. Help me to hear Your Voice and follow your command to love as You love. Quicken this mortal body all the days of its life to serve You and to serve Your Body, The Church. As an Agent of Redemption, use me. Baptize with Your Fire, Your Holy Spirit. Fully and completely till there is no room for anything else. Again I say, Thy Will Be Done. Amen.