Friday, July 27, 2012

Apart

Though you be apart, still does my heart cling to thee and I call you brother and sister. To this is God's purpose, that you may seek truth and spread truth, if Christ grants unto you the ability to perceive it.  I would that it be so in your life.

 Pride is the demon that haunts all of the elect, preying on us like ravenous wolves when we cease to be alert to the danger. Cleave in love that your heart may be changed by Christ, not that your heart be hardened against us.

 It is not by our hands that we our saved but by the blood of Christ and thus it is not that we should consider ourselves to be elevated. It is for His holy purpose that this is so, not ours. We are no different than the crawling mass of sinful humanity that inhabits the cities. Christ has called us out. It is not our hearts and our hands and our will that it be so.

 Our lives are hard but the labor purifies the spirit; for the desert is the forge of God where His principal work is the crafting of saints. If you wished only leisure and comfort then it would be better not to have come to the desert. One comes because one is called and drawn out as wheat is separated from tares. What will become of the tares? Do not dwell among them long lest you share their fate.

As you sojourn, remember us in the desert and your time here. When your wanderings are done, a place has been prepared for you. We are the body of Christ and in us He indwells. It is not good for the members of the body to be separated from each other. If it be God's will then I wish that we be whole again here on this earth, but if not then I know we shall be together in heaven and part of the joyous song.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Finding Me

The old Ernie used to be sort of a hippy dippy guy. If you go back about 7 years ago, when I was still a gardener in the suburbs and before I became a homesteader, I was into all sorts of nature things. I enjoyed cooking and experimenting with food. I enjoyed hunting and gathering wild plants (especially edible mushrooms). I did all sorts of fun things to involve myself with nature.

Not so much anymore. Now I'm constantly in and around nature but I seem to have lost a lot of that appreciation. Where did it go?

Undoubtedly when it comes to homesteading, my wife and I have "seen the elephant" now and there may simply be no going back. Yet I still enjoy nature. I miss it incredibly when I'm stuck in a city for a few days. I miss the desert with all of its little hazards and obstacles that must be overcome daily.

So when I meet a person who is at that stage where I was 7 years ago, thinking about homesteading, it makes me wonder where the old Ernie went and how I can get back some of that enthusiasm.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Agrarian Tips



If you don't like something and you aren't showing an aptitude for it, don't do it.

Don't try and keep bees if you don't like bees. If you hate eggs then don't bother with chickens. Don't try to force yourself into someone else's model. There are plenty of unpleasant homestead tasks that must be done. Don't add to the list. DO branch out and find those new things that you didn't know you would love.



Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Workshop

The workshop continues growing. We are about halfway up the walls and ready for windows now. Earthbag building is slow and labor intensive. I have brought in some help though ... A couple of men from the religious community nearby. They are making short work of this. It is a true pleasure to build and labor in their company.

I think we have probably another two weeks to go.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Weeds

There can be no truce between the creeping green. Thistles, nettles, and spiny cacti are the foe here, as equally menacing as the omnipresent heat, lack of water, and the hungry jackrabbit.

Give in for a moment and you will go hungry or be forced into labor for another man to buy your beans. Nature is relentless in reclaiming the turf you carved out for your garden and the slothful hand goes hungry.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Are You a Gilligan's Island Survivalist?

Like most people of my generation, I grew up on television. Gilligan's Island was a staple and I believe there are some important lessons to be gleaned from what would otherwise be a useless piece of pop culture.

All of the individuals who ended up on the island did not wish to end up on the island. However their arrival on the island was prefaced by their willing intent to put themselves at the mercy of a system which they knew very well could end up putting them on an island ... i.e., chartering a small ship for sightseeing which could not weather any severe weather and trusting their fate to men they (presumably) barely knew and whose competence could not be accurately assessed.

Q: What world systems are you now entrusting which may put you on an island in the future?

Upon their arrival on the island, their overriding goal was to get off of the island and return to civilization. I recall no episodes where they sat back and admired the wild beauty of the island, or praised God for the bounty of fruit and food the island produced, or for the opportunity of spirit-building labor that island existence called for (a STAPLE concept in Robinson Crusoe and The Swiss Family Robinson).

Q: Do you look forward to the island or bemoan the possibility of the island?

The characters were extremely worldling in nature.

You had the Howells, whose life seemed little changed by their island existence. They enjoyed leisure activities and being attended to. They expected this and always seemed to get it, despite the logical inability to draw upon their wealth from their island position.

Then you had Mary Ann, a farm girl and yeoman (yeowoman) class who presumably should have been the most at home on the island. Her character is little explored in the show except the occasional sigh or groan at the menfolk around her.

Next up is Ginger, the movie star, whose whole existence seemed to center around herself. Any episode featuring her was bound to end up with the entire cast catering to her ego in some fashion by recreating the center stage world which she had lost upon her arrival on the island. You also don't see her doing a lot of labor beyond primping.

The professor is possibly the dumbest individual on the island. He abhors labor and spends an enormous amount of his time trying to create Rube Goldberg devices out of bamboo and coconut. He is very much the worldling and is either trying to recreate the world which he has lost using the materials at hand or is trying to recapture the glory the world gave him for freeing them from the hardships of labor.

The Skipper occasionally peddles the laundry bike but you don't see him do much else beyond smacking Gilligan with his hat. I always wondered why Gilligan didn't sharpen a length of bamboo and see how far he could ram it through the Skipper's fat gut. The Skipper is a peculiar character representing entitlement. Through unknown mechanisms he has found some way to lord it over Gilligan and the others though his status as captain lies wrecked in the lagoon and his status as employer failed with Gilligan's inability to cash the checks.

And at last we come to Gilligan, the bumbling everyman. He does everyone's will and labors incessantly (if not competently). In Gilligan we see that it really is the meek who will inherit the earth for it is not called the Skipper's Island, or the Professor's Island, or even Mr. Howell's island. It is Gilligan's island and he seems the most happy there. Perhaps what we see as bumbling stupidity is only cleverly disguised sabotage!

Q: Which character represents you?

When the Minnow of our worldling industrial JIT system hits the rocks and we find ourselves on the island, how will you respond? Will you press the advantages and benefits of the island or will all your efforts be turned towards getting off the island or recreating civilization on the island?

Where do your efforts lie now?

The Steps of Man

Oh the shame at reading this from John Owens in "The Mortification of Sin":

"He doth not wait upon God, who perhaps yet hides his face, and sees the poor creatures stealing peace and running away with it, knowing that the time will come when he will deal with him again, and call him to a new reckoning; when he shall see that it is in vain to go one step where God doth not take him by the hand."

Many of my steps are not ordered by God. A stumble or misstep upon the path of God is only a small matter, but a successful step in the wrong direction is to be hated and despised.