I work in a ministry.

I work in a fairly “unsexy” ministry.

We don’t protect unborn life, we don’t show up at your door with the money for your heating oil. We don’t cut split and stack your firewood. Nor do we have a parade of our kids flooding your church lobby, or youth group.

I call our type of ministry, seed planting.

The thing with planting seed is, you have to get your hands into the soil. You have to get dirty. There are times you are on all fours in the muck of some ones life. There is sweat, pain, blood, and lots of muck.

Our ministry isn’t seed planting in the heart of the garden… its the rocky edges, the tough soil, the clay, the gravel, the stone. We can’t just throw the seed there, it gets picked at by birds, or washed away by the next rain of pain and trouble. We have to get in deep, move stuff around, and know that patch of ground so well that we know when the seed can take hold.

This type of planting, has a low yield. We sometimes have to celebrate the lack of erosion, instead of harvest. You see, we rarely get to see harvest. We are on all fours, still learning that next place to plant.

We hear stories of our people, moving away, starting a new life… and then being harvested. We see just as many lately, just wither and die.

We see pay cheques go uncashed, bills go unpaid, but we have to carry on. We must abide in His faithfulness and hope. We know for many, the harvest is plenty but the workers are few. For us the harvest seems so distant.

We believe we are where God wants us. In the lives he wants us in, but sometimes we would just love to see one of “our” kids make that big jump. We want to sit in the back of a church and weep, not for the life lost, but for the redemption found. We will just need one, and it will fuel us for a thousand years.

You see, that is the thing with planting, you plant to see harvest. We have been told, that we are wasting our time. Our seeds wont take root, our soil is too tough, too rocky, too leached of any value. So we hold out for a smaller harvest. That bit of fruit. Value understood, worth redemption, created for love and connection. Those are our fruit.

So please, celebrate with us when we see our harvest come in. It may look unfamiliar to you, but trust us, it is glorious!

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3 Responses to Affirmation

  1. Kimberly Sargent says:

    Very good Jimmie. It’s raw, and that’s what we need to be. Enough of “cloak and dagger” Christianity. We have to be visible. We are at war!

  2. Elizabeth Pierce says:

    I remember hearing a preacher say once, that there are many different roles we play in the process of “harvesting”…some of us our soil tillers, others seed planters, others seed guarders, others the reapers. I always thought that the reapers were the lucky ones…they got to see the harvest. But, I am learning, that the richness and fullness of God is often seen most clearly when we are deep in the muck…because that is where His holiness is most at contrast, and so very visible…and it is often seen in the life of the one doing the tilling. I cannot begin to speak into how very vital the “mess” you are in is…although I know you know it. I will pray that you will be encouraged and allowed to experience the deep joy that those doing the harvesting get to experience…right from where you are…knee deep in “it”. Thank God for people who are obedient.

  3. Nathan dinnick says:

    This one resinated with me. when i was in Indonesia with Ywam preaching in churches we got to see very little harvest. I often wondered why I was there at all, but the work we don’t see, the things that happen after we leave, the things that others see come to fruition are what made it worth it. I had to live with the fact that heaven is where we will really see the impact we had. Even in situations we thought our impact was small, God will take that and grow it into something huge. I think it is because people don’t see results that they quit early. perserverance is sweet.

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