Whatever has become of the Tiller of the Heart?

 

This is the 3rd of 15 Allegorical Short Stories Forged & Fashioned by the Spirit of God into 

An Anthology of a Wayfaring Man 

as penned by Will Callery.

The 3rd is entitled

FETCHED

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♥♠ Having been Fetched out of the abyss, I now sit at the Right Hand of the Father with the One Who Fetched me, my Kinsman Redeemer, Who is, by the way, not ashamed to call me His brother. There are no earthly words that can explain how exhilarating is His company and how grand the view is sitting here at the Right Hand of the Father with the Fetcher of my Soul. My eyes have never before beheld such Majesty!  And though the handiwork of the King of Kings is resplendent beyond description, I cannot help but notice that down there in the lower 50 are massive amounts of once-plowed and productive hearts languishing in fields of hard-rock scrabble overgrown by the briar and the bramble. Why I’ve never seen so much Fallow Ground! Whatever has become of the Tillers-of-the-Heartland?

♠ Gazing down upon the lower 50, it seems as though they’ve not felt the shock of the plow nor the raking pain of the harrow in eons.  Decade after decade, score after score, century after century, the fallow fields of the hearts of those living down there in the lower 50 have become priggish and somewhat highfalutin. Content with the world, and protected by prosperity from the shock of the plow and the pain of the harrow, they now produce but thorn and thistle, brier and bramble, or nothing at all. They seem to have forsaken the great adventures of Life hidden in that latent Seed of Prophesy out of which blooms Life anew, which can only be sown by breaking up their Fallow Ground. Have they forsaken the Deep Fetch, and if so, WHY?  Because it’s painful. It’s painful “to die daily (to self).” Yes, it’s painful to have your ground plowed and your dirt clods busted up, you know, broken up, exposed to the Light, and refined into fertile soil by the cold steel of a raking harrow. (1 Cor. 15:31 wcv)  Yet these religious dirt clods simply do not care or ever wonder why they never reap a harvest. WHY? Because they fear what the plow might uncover and what others might see when the clod is busted. Dirt! Simply put, if we fear the breaking up of our Fallow Ground, what can the Lord plant?  What is there to grow if the seed cannot be sown? Now ain’t that so!

♠ Let’s move on from the fallow fields to the vintage forests of this Great Land of Promise, where we can hear the sad moaning of the stately Grand Fir, and, like the Oaks of Bashan, we can hear the bitter weeping of the Redwood and the Sequoia. For like the ancient Cedars of Lebanon, they’ve been brought down. The Old Vintage Forest of Honesty, Sincerity, the Fear of the Lord, Brotherhood, and Righteousness is gone. Raped by the politician, the businessman, and the preacher alike. Those who were supposed to be the shepherds of this Great Land of Promise have not only refused to plow her fields, but they were found to be but wolves who had donned the sheep’s apparel so they could violently, and arrogantly rape our Vintage Forest with a “clear-cut” for fame, fortune, and self, all in the name of Almighty God.

“Howl to the heavens, you Great Grand Fir,

For like the mighty Cedars of Lebanon, you’re down. 

Like the Giant Redwood, and the Great Grand Fir,

Honorable men are few to be found.

Like the Oaks of Bashan, howl with grief,

For the Vintage Forest of the Land of Promise has been felled.” (Zechariah 11:2 my emphasis)

 

♠♠♠ Let’s go on now and reach down a little further into the deep for the souls of the common, everyday man, woman, and child; You know the believers, deceivers, and old in-betweeners who are wandering about amiss in this Great Land of Promise. Not unlike the Israelites of former times, if we have been marked for the slaughter, it is because we have, as a nation, forsaken God. As the moral foundation of our nation began to crack, one by one, multitudes of the very ones who professed to be Chosen by a Divine Herald to be the Shepherds of our souls along with those who, supposedly, Set Their Lives Aside to Represent the People in Leading this great nation of ours, did somewhere along the line, step out of the Fear of the Lord across an unseen threshold into greed, corruption, and sexual promiscuity, to study professional hoodwinking that they might fleece the flock and live high on the hog, and that being just the 1st step. From there, they were enticed into the Brimston Badlands by the dark mephistophelean counsel of the Lord of the Flies. Beckoned by the enticing gravity of the Prince of Hell, they sold their souls for the fleeting riches of a godless, make-believe utopia. Having had their consciences seared by the Hot Iron of Diablo, wealthy though they be by ill-gotten gain, still, they bear the unmistakable mark of the Fool, the drooling imbecile who reeks of spoiled and shitey britches, dazed by the Mark of the Beast! The problem is, they are occupying far too many of the chairs of our very own Congress, Senate, and Supreme Court, not to mention our PULPITS.

♣♥♣ And though it looks as though, down there in the lower 50, like the Lord has lost all of His dedicated territory, there are some vestiges of fertile soil, little Edens, if you will, that He Himself has tilled and kept well hidden from the wiles of the Evil One for these Last Days for one last season of sowing, known as, the Planting of the Lord.  Out of these small vestigial Edens safely tucked away in the curious clearings in what is left of the small remnants of the Forest of the Deep Fetch, He is, this very hour, raising up Mighty OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS that will turn this nation upside down and inside out. What the Deceiver and the deceived cannot see will come upon them and theirs as a thief in the night, while, at the same time, the Righteousness of the Lord will break forth upon His people as the noonday sun. Then, as the waters of Noah, we will cover this earth, delivering many who are tossed by the tempest and bound by the curse in these here Very Last Days of the Deep Fetch for the Souls of Men.

♥♥♥ What the Lord did for the conquests of King Cyrus in the flesh to deliver His people, He will do for us, His people, in the Spirit, to deliver those like Cyrus from the conquests of the flesh. But unlike Cyrus, “We war not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” (Ephesians 6:12)  I honestly believe we can take to heart what the Lord said to the pagan conqueror Cyrus, who the Lord used to deliver His People back in those days and apply the very same Word of God to ourselves today, which is, “I will subdue the nations before you. I will open the Great Leaved Gates to every city, town, and village in the nations to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and they shall not be shut. I will go before you, making the crooked straight. I will break in pieces brassy sins of resistance and cut asunder perversions and corruptions fenced with iron.”   I love this part! “I will give to you the treasures hidden in the darkness, and reveal to you the secret places in the forest of the Deep Fetch where the hidden riches lie, and just so you will know that I AM the Lord Who does this, I will call you by your name.” (Isaiah 45: 1,2,3 wcv) “For I have planted you here for a time such as this.(Isaiah 61:3, Esther 4:14) 

♦ This Clandestine Hideout, where all of the treasures, riches, and mysteries are hidden, is none other than Jesus Christ Himself.  These riches and treasures hidden from the eyes of the world include the silver and the gold, but without Holiness, the silver and gold are rendered useless. These spiritual counterparts to the silver and the gold are the Nine Gifts of the Spirit: 3 Revelatory Gifts, 3 Power Gifts, and 3 Inspirational Gifts. These, and the entire Word of God, the Scriptures, Prayer, Intercession, Faith, Truth, and Holiness, along the Baptism of the Holy Spirit in His Refining Fire are the weapons of warfare stored in the roots of these OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS Planted by the Lord in these Last Days to break in pieces the brassy, in your face, sins of resistance and cut asunder perversions and corruptions fenced with the iron of arrogance, in the heathen, the harlot, the fence-rider, the backslider, the sinner, and the saint. The SAINT? Yes, even the saint, if we ever expect to attain the maturity and reach the stature of one of the Lord’s OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!

♣♥♣ Oak of Righteousness! Truly, that is a powerful title I certainly could not bring myself to tag myself with. Lord, I certainly do not feel like an OAK OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.  “Oh?” Says the Lord, “Well, remember this; A small acorn is but a little nut, a little nut that ‘Stood its Ground’ in fertile soil, and because it ‘Stood its Ground’ it ‘Stands’ today as a MIGHTY OAK OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.” “And you would do well to REMEMBER THIS”, says the Lord, “…some sow, some water, but it is Me alone”, says the Lord, “that causes the thing to grow. I alone give the increase, I alone supply the stature, and it is I alone that make you HOLY”  (1 Corinthians 3:6 my emphasis)  “Do you not remember”, said the Lord, “How you were, as a boy, so taken, enamored, and awe-struck by that Ancient Society of Grand Old Giants that made up my Vintage Forest of the Deep Fetch?   “Well”, He said, “Those were ALL types and shadows of My OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!  Ages ago, they were but little nuts that fell on fertile soil, and yes, they all sprang up out of the ROOT of JESSE.” The Planting of the Lord? Truly, it is a Fetch into the Deep. Now, Ain’t That So!?!

♥ ALL IN TIME© by Will & Annah Callery© / William & Cynthia Pub. Co. ©2012 BMI

 

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