Farmers feed this nation. If farmers in Ghana woke up one morning and said, “We will not go to the farm again,” what would happen? We all know the answer. Ghana would starve.
Not because there is no seed. The seed is available in the barn. But seed in the barn cannot become food.
That is exactly the problem with us as believers.
The barn is good. The church is good. It is where the seed is kept and where we are equipped with the Word. But seed was never meant to stay in the barn forever. Leave maize in the barn for two seasons and what happens? Weevils will eat it. It will rot. It is the same with the Gospel. When we keep it in the pews, it accomplishes nothing.
Acts 8 gives us a picture of this. After the great persecution in Jerusalem, the believers—who were like farmers carrying seed—were scattered. Philip, one of them, went down to Samaria.
Samaria was the abandoned farm. Jews avoided it. They considered it unclean and forbidden. No rabbi wanted to farm there. Yet that abandoned farm was starving for the Gospel.
That is what Philip did. Acts 8:5–8 tells us that when he entered Samaria, he preached Christ. He cleared the farm and sowed the seed. The Bible says unclean spirits cried out and came out, lame people were healed, and verse 8 says, “there was great joy in that city.”
Not just joy in the church, but joy in the city.
The farm environment can be very hostile. It may be full of weeds, thorns, rocks, and dangerous animals such as snakes. Nonetheless, a good farmer does not make excuses because of the thorns. He clears the land. He believes that after sowing, the Lord of the harvest will give a bumper harvest.
Jesus was clear about His mission. Luke 19:10 says, “For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.” Then, in John 20:21, He passed the same mission to us: “As my Father hath sent me, even so send I you.”
So, the call is simple. Let us not be farmers who polish their cutlasses and store seed in the barn while sitting comfortably at home. Let us go to the farm.
Samaria is waiting.
The ghettos, market centres, saloons, lorry stations, schools, hospitals, and zongos are waiting. Let us sow the precious seed.
The seed is in our hands. The field is before us. It is time to leave the barn and go to the farm.
Written By Francis Owusu Oduro (Manhean District, English Assembly)