The Farm

There is a place off the beaten path, a place ordained by God. It’s a place by Earthly names, is called a “rehab”, but known to God as his training grounds, preparing men for an engagement in the war for the lives and souls of their fellow brothers and sisters. It’s a  battle for the sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.

            These men didn’t come to this place by mere coincidences. These men were guided here by the hands of God. A special breed of men forged through the fires and hells of addiction and broken lives. A special breed broken to the point of having only one place to turn for help, and that’s back into the loving arms of their father.

            This place isn’t about any one man or group of me, it’s about one thing and one thing only; bringing the sons and daughters of their father home. A Holy place designed to prepare warriors for THE GENERAL, Jesus Christ. Preparing them to march into the hell they had just been rescued from.                                                                                                                                                                         

            Many times I have heard the question, “Why Me?” The answer simple, because you were chosen, chosen because Jesus Christ sees something in you that no one else can see. It’s the same as he did 2000 years ago when he was picking the twelve. They were brought to this place to prepare for war. A war against an enemy that is seeking to steal, kill and destroy. The mission is a simple but dangerous one, to go back into the fires of hell to save your brothers and sisters. It’s a place the church refuses to go. You go, not in the name of religion but in the name of your father, The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. To ride out with the authority that you are a Prince, the heir to the throne. You carry with you the power and authority that comes to you through your bloodline. The bloodline that runs from The Cross.

            So as the church sits behind its Stained Glassed Masquerade, and as religion sits high in its ivory towers, the little place we call “The Farm” prepares men for war, raising warriors on this Holy Ground. Warriors forged by the fires of hell, with hearts restored by the grace of God. Here these warriors mount up, placing on the full armor of God.

            Knowing that time is short and their brothers and sisters lay in the fires of the evil one, they know its time “To Ride.” The world was changed 2000 years by those chosen, now he prepares an army. That army rides out from that Holy Ground, this special place we call “The Farm.” In the name of their Father they charge the enemy head on, challenging him on his own turf. In the name of our Father, the evil one will be defeated and our brothers and sisters brought home. They ride out with a shout; carrying the power of The Cross from that Holy Ground we call “The Farm.”

 Project 51 / The Farm