Not sure why I was heading to the farm, I found myself there anyway. The long barn stood strong and beautiful above the two plowed and planted fields. At the far end of the fields, the farmer stood observing his work. I turned the old Pontiac into the center of the field, accelerating to avoid being stuck—and to produce enough momentum to turn donuts. The inspiration dissipated, nothing received—only damage done, I drove back out of the field and away from the farm.
Years passed and the scenario replayed. This time, though, two farmers stood at the edge of the field and a family looked on. Puzzled at behavior I knew was wrong—and not in character at all—again, I ripped up the fields with deliberate, self-centered amusement. This time, the younger farmer stepped forward and held out his hand. Gently he asked me not to do that anymore. Sorrow washed over me; tearfully I agreed and drove away with shame—and fear that I would never be able to return for whatever drew me to that farm.
Awaking with a heavy heart, I knew that field had been the world and the farmers, Father God and Jesus Christ. Immediately I cried out asking if indeed I was tearing up fields sown by Him. A passionate servant of God, my heart ached to consider that could even be possible. Days passed into weeks as I waited for clarity. Slowly, the grace and mercy of God came into focus—for me and for all who serve the King.
Like Moses, we walk on Holy Ground when we draw near to the places His passion burns. The heart of God always longs to respond to the cries of the hurting.
And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground. Exodus 3:5
For me, the dream came on the morning I began a series of classes on ‘healing with the Word.’ It was a beautiful cautionary dream that reminded me of my youthful passion for Jesus that dissipated in the face of life dilemmas. Like the dream, I drove away from the source of sustenance. In the second visit, the sweet gentleness of Jesus stopped me. Yet, like Moses, I ‘feared to look at His face.’ Also like Moses, I hear God saying that the cries of His people come to His ears. He wants servants to go to them and help them find their way to the Promised Land. I have no merit of my own, but the great I AM is calling and I believe His promise to Moses as my own:
And he said, Certainly I will be with thee; and this shall be a token unto thee, that I have sent thee: When thou hast brought forth the people out of Egypt, ye shall serve God upon this mountain. Exodus 3:12
Do you hear Him calling? He created each of us for good works. Let us gather people together to worship Him! What are the good works waiting on you?