The Lord spoke to me on this Tuesday morning in what is (in the Northwest)
unmistakably garden season:
I had
the sense that God is doing something in some places in Northwest Washington,
particularly on the
Compost
is essentially trash (lawn clippings, table scraps, yard trimmings, farm animal
poo) that's buried. Often compost is buried in more compost, but my sense was
that this was underground, beneath the surface.
And
when compost is buried, worms and bacteria and rot work in the trash, and over
time, they turn it into the richest, best, most nourishing soil that a seed can
grow in, so rich, in fact, that a good gardener will often have to “cut it”
with something safer (regular dirt, peat moss, vermiculite, etc) so that it
doesn’t burn the tender young roots of a baby plant.
My
sense is that God has been doing this in the Peninsulas of Washington State:
taking the trash, the castouts, the human beings that have been discarded,
trimmed from more civilized culture, and he’s taken the poo, the worst
circumstances, crises, difficulties, trials and hopelessness, and he’s buried
them, hidden them. And while, over the years, the tourists come and go, the
city folk move to the suburbs to civilize them, God has been working in the
buried trash and poo, and he’s been working a miracle.
There’s
a richness that’s developed among these discarded people, these who have
endured such poo from life. There’s a readiness, a goodness, a nourishing home
for the Spirit of God to find a home, and to move among a people.
There
are no big, famous fellowships that I know of in Northwest
Washington , but there’s a lot of fellowship. And so much of it has
been under the surface, hidden from view, but in those unseen places, God has
been building some mighty sons and daughters, warriors who haven’t known the
temptations of big city churches, and who haven’t fallen prey to the cruel
masters of numbers and money.
Look
to the peninsulas when you’re looking for revival. Listen to the peninsulas
when you’re listening for what God is up to. There’s life sprouting in the
compost there, life that will influence and nourish the entire region.
