The Point of the Plow
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By David Vanderpool
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I would like to introduce this poem for the sake or those who may not be familiar with farming. A term that is often found in the Scripture is 'fallow' ground. It is not used so much today where modern farming methods are so prevelant, but there was a time when soil that was used over and over would have to be left to 'fallow' for several years until the nutrients would be restored by natural processes. After an appropriate amount of time, the land was ready to be planted again and it is a waste to a farmer to allow good farm land to go unused. The reference to Hosea in this poem uses the fallow ground as a metaphor for the comfortable but unproductive life. I hope my fellow poets here at Word Chimes will enjoy and profit from this poem.
The Point of the Plow
Sow for yourselves righteousness; reap steadfast love; break up your fallow ground, for it is the time to seek the LORD, that he may come and rain righteousness upon you. Hosea 10:12
A field was left to fallow and in time it came to be a lovely place of quietness and peace with saplings growing midst the many flowers all around and gentle grass the ground could now release Across the way there lay a very different piece of ground but here the soil was furrowed long and straight the plow had dug so deep beneath the surface of the land so seeds of grain it could accommodate
If these two fields should illustrate a Christians' view of life a lesson we could learn from what we see for although we would like the comfort of the fallow land the field that knows the plow would set us free The seeming pleasure of the fallow field, our mind, deceives telling us that comfort we must feel but what we learn from land that knows the meaning of the plow is Truth that lets us see a life that's real
Take care to understand this message God has for His Church for we have been complacent far too long basking in the temporary things of fallow life 'till those without the Lord think we belong But God would have us to yield unto the sharp point of the plow watching as He bears our sin of pride then the soil of our lives will bear fruit that pleases God for now we, unto sinful self, have died
David L Vanderpool
(Inspired by a message from Weston Leibee of Ephrata Ministries called 'The Uncomfortable Life') |
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Submitted: Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Last Updated: Wednesday, January 6, 2016
About the Poet
I am 58 years old and have lived in the Winona Lake area of Indiana for 16 years with my wife and children. I have written poetry for many years and use it primarily in personal ministry. For most of the past two years I have been recovering from cancer, something that God has used to impact my life in remarkable ways. I wrote a series of poems about the emotional and spiritual struggles that accompany having an illness like cancer. I used these to encourage people I met while going through kemo and radiation therapy. Since then, I have used them to minister to many people who struggle with cancer.
I work with the chaplaincy in the healthcare wing of a local retirement village near my home where two of my three daughers also work. My wife often accompanies me and we find it very rewarding to be involved in the lives of the people who live there.
My website address is http://callofissachar.com (Temporarily inactive)
Other Poems by David Vanderpool
- A Challenge to Fathers
- A Change of Perspective
- A Chapter of My Life
- A Hope That Endures
- A Prisoner of Choice
- A War of Deception
- Alzheimer's Journey
- An All Too Common Struggle
- Angels of Mercy
- As I Begin My Day
- Bumps Are What You Climb On
- Cancer in Our Midst
- Changes of Life
- Choosing Up Sides in the Neighborho
- Comfort or Flame
- Compromise Comes in a Package
- Counterfiet Reality
- Dichotomy
- Do I Hear God Speaking
- Do You Feel Like Quitting
- Everyone Worships
- Fear Can Become Anger
- For Those Who've Traveled Far
- Games Played in the Neighborhood
- God Hears My Heart
- God, I Have Cancer
- Hidden Treasure
- His Guding Promise
- Holding on to Yesterday
- I Come Again
- I Have Sinned
- I Need to Be in Love with God
- I Still Do What I Can
- Interceding Love
- It Seems I Do Most Anything - but P
- Kites Flew High in the Neighborhood
- On Pleasing Self
- Quiet Perspective
- Raise Your Ebenezer
- Reflection of Christ
- Simple Pleasures
- So You Want to Go to Heaven
- The Changes of Life
- The Gift of Youth
- The Great Escape
- The Names of God
- The Neighborhood Store
- The People Inside
- The Point of the Plow
- The World in the Church
- This Religion Thing
- To All My Friends Who Write
- To Love or Not to Love
- To Walk Alone with God
- Too Much Time Alone
- Unchanging Truth in Changing Times
- We Choose What We Love
- What I Know and What I Feel
- What of Sacrifice?
- When Sixty Seemed So Far Away
- When Water Isn't Wet
- Who has What?
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