Sons were created out of the ground, the red, the nation, and when we till, which is the Hebrew word abad, and means to serve God with our labor and work, then rain comes to our nation. Sons are created out of the red ground of our nation. We were created for our nation, and even if we immigrated we are transplanted into the soil of the nation.
There is an alignment coming where the marketplace, secular and sacred have no divide! We begin to see our work as service to Father, whatever that service is, and as we do the rain falls, the blood covers the nation, and sons and daughters arise, crying out an awakening in the land.
Isaiah 61,to bring Good News to the poor; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound…”