Wayside

M13 Listen! A sower went out to sow.
And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them.

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Assume a box for the cultivated plot.
Any sowing done in its padding (near the perimeter), will have some of the seed flung, falling on the wayside.

The wayside was “field” from the beginning.
However, after many footfalls cut through the fields, that portion of arable land, was reduced to a wayside. Fallow ground + Compaction. Doubly hard.

Whatever would sink in here has got to be hard, sharp, and driven. A pickaxe! ⛏️
The seed had no chance. So, it lies on the path - easy prey for hungry birds.

In my heart, it’s farmland.
If only there were just a wayside, or two.
But, man has an industrious enemy.
Having border control, the heart could’ve been kept from this eventuality: but, alas!

You see, I left the gates of my mind open to strange things; strange voices; strange culture. In film, books, media, & conversation.

These fill up the mind; percolating.
Next thing you don’t know, they’ve made their way down to the heart, called subconscious, trampling all o’er the place - making waysides!

Call for Wisdom!

What is the way?
“This, " says Wisdom, “first, Shut the Gates! "
There’s a channel currently open, from the senses to the mind; from the mind to the heart! Shut, first, the gates at the senses.

🔸See No Evil
🔸Hear No Evil
🔸Speak No Evil
🔸Sense Evil? Put up your shields!

“Then, " says Wisdom, “Unstop the Fountains! Re-dig the Wells! And moreover, call for Rain! "

For there is but one way to sweep out these strangers and make clean the land: a flood. Flood to eject. Flood to cleanse.
Not just any water, but that from above!
We need living water!!!

Come, sweet Holy Spirit.
Come as a flood!
Lift up a standard and sweep these away.
Out of existence. No place to hide.
Come, Holy Spirit and make me clean.

Tis a song from mine heart
Unto Thee, o God, to Thee.

So, the Spirit says to me.

My Child, you know what to do.
Prepare My advent; make plain My path.

“Yes Sir, I know! " I reply.
I must fill my mind with Your laws & secrets.
For by them alone, will You come.
Abba always sends forth His Word before His Spirit. This is the way!

So, I say!
Shut the Gates!
Bring the Thunder:
Call forth the Rain 🌧
and on the morrow,
ye fields, be ready again.

“Lastly, " says Wisdom, “Plough! Break up the Fallow Ground! "

Hos10 Sow for yourselves righteousness; Reap in mercy; Break up your fallow ground, For {now is} time to seek the LORD, Till He comes and rains righteousness on you.