Called Aside

Called Aside

We sometimes hear the statement, “I have been called aside by the Lord into a place of inactivity.” I, too, was one who was apprehended by the Lord. But in my limited quarters, I soon learned that no Christian is ever called into a place where they are not active in the ministry and being taught if they are truly called aside.

My holding pen was tight quarters, but I was always active in the ministry. I would have preferred having a ministry dealing with multitudes, but being set aside in my case was ministering to my husband, children, mother-in-law, grandmother-in-law, grandchildren, neighbors, relatives, friends, strangers, service persons, enemies, and strangers. In my desperation for fellowship, I even felt an urge to tell those dumb turkeys, which we were raising, how great our great God was. When the water rises in the river, it is hard to keep it from gushing.

Some folks may find themselves in even closer quarters than mine was. But even when we are alone, we are ministering of the Father in the secret place of our thought realm. Our thought pattern, if it is negative, is as detrimental to our prosperity as voicing the negative can be. Remember, Yahweh deals with the thoughts and intents of the heart.

There never was a time during that faze of my life that I felt anti-social. My deepest cry was, “Lord, how much longer must I dwell in this lonely place?” I always come up with a question mark when people tell me that they are called aside to wait for other people to catch up with their spirituality.

While I was stationed on the home-base, I was assigned to my vineyard. I was under attack from hundreds of little foxes struggling to bark my vines. I knew what that meant. My dad used to take me with him when he went into a wooded area to bark the trees. He would remove a band of bark a few inches wide that circled the tree. The tree would soon die. This is what the little foxes do; they love to bark the vines while the vine keeper is not looking.

I soon learned that those sneaky little varmints were going to keep me on guard duty twenty-four-seven if I did not build a wall of faith around my vineyard. Now that I have sufficiently protected my vineyard, I am free to stir around a bit without getting my vines barked.

I have met a few folks that have gone out into the ministry before they walled their vineyard. They seem to never notice their vines are dead and barren. I really do not know why they do not notice this, everyone else does.

Song of Solomon 2:15 tells us to “take (seize, grab hold of) the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.”