I Corinthians 3:9 For we are labourers together with God: ye are God’s husbandry, ye are God’s building.
Followers, if you will allow me I will pull this scripture out of its original context to make its contents applicable to our thought. Our thoughts will hang around 9b; you are God’s husbandry, you are God’s building.
The word husbandry carries the meaning of the cultivation of crops and the raising of livestock. There are other meanings to the word however the given definition is the one that is most accurate for our thought. I will also interject a word not given in this scripture. The word is husbandman which carries the definition of farmer.
I quote Jesus in John 15:1: I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman,
Here is the scenario for our thought.
“Wow…I have not been able to get myself together for the last few weeks” Anthony said. “My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t focus on scripture not to mention prayer. I feel like a bunch of loose wires are on the inside of me. Nothing is satisfying and almost everything is irritating. I’m constantly wound up and frustrated. I start a hundred different things and finishes nothing. Man I am a wreck. What has happened to me?”
“So….what had you been doing prior to falling into this rut?” James asked and then smiled.
Anthony took a few minutes to recollect. Well James I’d watched right much television; murder mysteries you know. Man you wouldn’t believe the things people do. Um…let me see. Oh yeah I hung out with some of the co-workers a couple of nights. Gee those guys are a riot. The stuff they talk about it something else. Oh and I helped an old friend of my do some work to his house. This is about the sum of what I did. Why’d you ask”
“Oh I just wanted to see what kind of weeds are growing in your garden. Weeds will choke plants and keep them from growing properly and sometimes the weeds will kill the plants.” James replied.
Anthony scratched his head and looked blankly at James. “What on earth are you talking about?” he asked somewhat annoyed.
“I’m glad you asked that James replied.”
Okay followers….many to most of you have already seen the painted picture and knows exactly what the portrait is expressing. We’d love to take the time however to talk about the garden of God of the which we are.
I was born and raised in the south. We had crops, gardens and livestock. No one hated chopping peanuts as much as I. Oh and to pull the weeds out of the soy beans ….oh!! Tobacco has a full story of its own: reset the tobacco, chop the tobacco, suckle the tobacco and there are numerous of other things to the tobacco saga. The garden followers has its own stories as well. We grew everything even down to the popcorn. The white potatoes and the sweet potatoes….oh my!
The pigs had their own special way of wreaking havoc in our lives. They decided to get out of the pen on the nights you were resting really good or they’d get out of the pen on the coldest day of the year and we’d have to chase them to get them back into the pen.
With the crop as well as the livestock we couldn’t leave them to its own to grow and produce. They both needed help. Both the garden and the crop needed special care and attentions in order to produce the harvest expected. Weeding and pruning was necessary to keep the crop from being choked and or dying. Pesticides were sprayed to keep the bugs and worms from overtaking the crop. Fertilizers were added when needed to help the crop to grow. Of course the nutrients from the rain, dew and sun was a plus.