A long time ago, when I was a boy in Tampa I read an essay by Philip Yancey about the Prophets. So I read them. There was a description of life when Jesus returns that really appealed to me:
"And every man shall sit under his vine, and under his fig tree, and there shall be none to make them afraid, for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken." Micah 4:4.
I know that when I looked at it I liked it because it indicated that God was going to preserve private property in the Millennium. (at the time I was a pre-trib pre-mil dispensationalist.) Later, as I began thinking about this verse more I would sit around drawing maps of my future vineyard and orchard. I even tried to make it real, or as real as I could, given my circumstances. For example, I planted grape vines at several of the rented places I lived. I tried to buy a farm once but my first wife opposed the idea. I still look at Landandfarm.com and listen to farm reports on the radio. I keep up with my local ag industry, too. I tried to talk about owning a farm with Athanasia but she didn't like the idea either.
This morning something occurred to me. I am completely free to have a farm now. So here is the plan:
1. Get a job
2. Get out of the San Francisco Bay area (eastern Oregon? Michigan?)
2. Get my student loans out of default (or maybe, move to another country and not worry about the student loans.)
3. Buy a small farm close enough to a city so I can work a job during the week and take care of my vines and/or trees on weekends.
It might seem unrealistic, but at this point in my life, I think I'd rather have this unrealistic dream than my too real reality. Oh, man, I start a fast food job for way less than I need in just a few days. Who am I kidding? This life is over. I'll probably die in poverty, on a sidewalk, covered in an old cardboard box. But there is Micah 4:4 Someday, not in this life but the next, I'll have a farm.
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