Sermon "Skill in Your Hand & God in Your Heart"

Monday, July 21, 2014

Before the Planting, there must be the Plowing

As a country boy who grew up working on a farm, I love this time of the year seeing the tractors in the field breaking up the land to prepare for planting. It's almost like waking up the soil by saying "Get up, it's time to rise from your winter slumber and prepare for the harvest." And the heavy equipment they have now to turn that dirt over makes the little Farmall Cub tractor we had look like a toy. Now they have giant, air-conditioned beasts with dual tires, front and back, that pull plows as wide as a house. Just with one pass, that land is totally tilled.

The other day I was watching one of those mechanical mammoths tearing up some land and I thought...if fields had feelings they would probably be crying. The weight of those wheels; the pain of those plows; coming in when its totally at rest and turning it's world upside down...literally. If those fields were like us, I'm sure they'd want the harvest, and they wouldn't mind the planting. But it's the plowing that they could do without.

Well obviously, those fields are not like us. But we are quite like those fields. We get comfortable when our world gets cozy. We like the quiet seasons in our life when nothing is changing. Sure, nothing is growing, but at least we don't have to worry about the people and situations that surround our lives being any different than they were the day before. Oh we want the harvest in our lives, we just don't want to go through what it takes to get it. But, there could be no growing if there was no sowing; and there could be no sowing if there was no plowing.

Look, don't curse every bad thing you go through. Sometimes God is using those things like a plow to soften the soil of your heart so that He can plant good seed there. I know it's tough; I know it's painful. But hold on! Galatians 5:9 says "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." It won't last forever because it's a season. And when you reach the harvest, you'll realize it was worth the plowing.

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