Defending The Amish (Part 2)

In my previous blog entry I told about how the Town of Locke, New York, has been giving the local Amish population a hard time. You need to read that essay in order to understand this one.

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Wednesday evening was the special meeting to discuss the matter of liability insurance and the Amish. The town of Locke, New York (population 1,900), is only about 15 minutes from my house. As I headed south into town, I could see a lot of cars were parked along the normally-empty street. I pulled over quite a distance from the Town Hall building and parked the car. My pastor, Dale Weed, just happened to be right behind me and we walked down the sidewalk together.

As we got to the meeting place, a couple from our church, George and Sandy, were standing in front of a cameraman with a light shining on them and speaking with a Syracuse NY television news reporter. I walked to the back of the volunteer fire department building, which is where the town hall is located, and it was overflowing with people. So they decided to move the fire trucks out of the garage and have the meeting there.

As people were milling around, setting up folding chairs in the garage, I saw a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. many were from my church. In addition to Pastor Weed, there were ten other people from our congregation in attendance. I introduced myself to Dave Tobin, the Post Standard reporter who had written the newspaper article that was the genesis of the meeting. I reminded him that he had written an article about my Whizbang Chicken Plucker a couple of years back. I thanked him for writing the article about the plight of the Amish families in Locke. Then I introduced him to Pastor Weed.

There were half a dozen Amish men in the room. They were sitting together on one side. Lifetime Locke resident, Tom Hewitt, and his wife were sitting with them. The Hewitts are close friends with the Amish and attend my church. I noticed Pastor Weed speaking with someone I didn’t know and realized it must be the attorney he had hired. The meeting was delayed because the town’s attorney was late getting there. I had a chance to talk with a few people and discovered that, thankfully, they were also there to support the Amish.

The town’s attorney showed up a half hour late. He spoke at length about the issue of insurance and the Amish. Afterward, when the meeting was opened up for comments from the audience, several hands went into the air. People were not going to be hesitant or bashful about speaking their mind. Here are some excerpts from what Dave Tobin reported in the Post Standard the next morning:

Locke town officials got an earful Wednesday night: about liability insurance, government over-regulation, freedom of the marketplace and freedom of religion. At the heart of it all were their new neighbors, the Amish.

More than 100 people showed up at a special town meeting about liability insurance. Because the town meeting room was too small, officials moved the meeting to the adjoining fire department garage, after the trucks were moved out.

The informational meeting—no decision was made—Wednesday was called because the town requires liability insurance for contractors seeking building permits. Town officials recently discovered that neither the town or the state has a law requiring liability insurance for building permits.

However, Locke’s liability insurance requirement has made it impossible for Amish contractors to build things in Locke, because the Amish don’t get insurance. Reliance on insurance erodes community trust and support of each other, the Amish maintain.

Andrew Fusco, town attorney,… recommended the Locke Town Board pass a law requiring liability insurance to protect homeowners from being sued by contractors if they are hurt on a job. He said Locke would be the first town in New York to do so.

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Several people who spoke praised the Amish for their ethics, their hard work, their trustworthiness. Kathy Burgman, of Locke, asked the town board members that, if they knew that making a requirement to get insurance violated Amish principles, wouldn’t the requirement be discriminatory?

There were frequent cheers and applause as people spoke against Fusco’s proposed law. But a standing ovation was reserved for Harvey Byler, an Amish spokesman.

“Our wish is to live here in peace,” he said. “We do not wish to offend anybody, and if we have offended anybody please accept our apologies. We will try to be law-abiding citizens, providing you do not press or overstep or overrule our religious rights.”

A newspaper article can only hint at the drama that unfolded in that garage Wednesday night. So many caring and well-meaning people in the community rallied to defend the Amish and speak out against what they saw as unneeded and burdensome government regulations. Four people from my church (including me) spoke up for the Amish. Many more from the town also spoke. The discussion was sometimes animated and often heated, but it was, for the most part, civil. It was a classic example of rural, small-town ethics, and American democracy in action and, as such, it was a wonderful sight to behold.

Shortly before 9:00, Mr. Byler, the Amish Elder stood to speak. The room was hushed. Everyone was listening carefully. The long-bearded man with his distinctive plain clothing spoke calmly, clearly, and deliberately. In addition to the newspaper quote from him (as given above) I’d like to add that Mr. Byler said to the assembly that no Old Order Amish anywhere participate in any insurance. ”We trust God.” he explained.

Elder Byler’s explanation was a testimony of faith and when he finished speaking, the people in the room, many of them not regular churchgoers, responded, as the newspaper rightly reported, with a long and loud standing ovation. I wish those of you who are regular readers of this blog could have been there to see it.

Now we wait. Will the town board accept their attorney’s recommendation on this matter? Or will they give individual homeowners in their town the freedom to hire anyone they want to work on their homes and buildings? The Locke town board will meet again and make a decision later in December.

Defending The Amish

Last Sunday at church, my pastor, Dale Weed, preached a sermon about covetousness and contentment. Near the end of the sermon he segued into a discussion about the local Amish population. He produced a copy of the Sunday morning newspaper and referred to the front-page article. It was about how the nearby town of Locke, New York, was making life difficult for the eleven Old Order Amish families who have recently settled in the town. According to the article (from the November 25, 2007 Post Standard):

The town of Locke has taken Amish families into county court over violations of a junkyard ordinance, a mobile home law and building permit requirements.

Amish contractors haven’t been able to work for non-Amish customers because Locke requires insurance the Amish builders refuse to buy.

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The town took to court one Amish couple, Erwin and Melinda Hostetler, for altering a building without a permit, for using mobile homes (which house chickens) without a permit and for keeping junk and trash around their house. Locke doesn’t allow agricultural use of mobile homes.

Erwin Hostetler, 50, moved from southern Pennsylvania five years ago. He said he is improving his 47-acre homestead and working as hard as he can. He has no grown children, no sons.

Sitting at a kitchen table inside a bright, woodstove-warm kitchen, he lit a small Phillies cigar and said he needs to cut back his operation.

He raises sheep, goats, chickens, horses, pigs, and puggles, a pug-beagle mix. He builds furniture and has a greenhouse that jumpstarts the family’s big garden. As he speaks, his wife Melinda, cores peppers at the sink. His 4-year-old daughter, Emma, speaks to a puppy in German.

Locke’s requirement of a mobile home permit for his chicken trailer is something he didn’t face in Pennsylvania, he says.

After receiving his first junkyard notice from the code enforcement officer, he said, he called the officer several times to ask what to move to put his property into compliance. He got no reply.

Other Amish say they are irked by the way the town notifies them about violations—mailing orders or serving court summons. Amish prefer face-to-face discussion of issues, they say.

The lengthy article focused on the town of Locke’s building permit requirement that all contractors have liability insurance. The common understanding being that state law requires it. Amish builders do not participate in insurance of any kind. It is against their religious beliefs. So the town and the Amish (and the people in the town who want to hire the Amish) are at odds.

But the Syracuse newspaper did something remarkable and commendable. They actually researched the law requiring liability insurance. What they discovered was something of a bombshell:

It turns out that Locke’s insistence on liability insurance has no legal basis, the Post Standard’s research found. No state law requires liability insurance for contractors, and Locke does not have a town law requiring it.

This is how the town’s attorney responded to the news:

“The bad news is we don’t have the legal authority to do what we’ve been doing,” acknowledged Andrew Fusco, town attorney. “If we want to require liability insurance, we’re going to have to pass a local law that authorizes it.”

The town has called a special meeting at 7 p.m. Wednesday to address liability insurance.

The article concluded with a quote from the Amish group’s leader saying that they did not want to leave the area, but if they continued to have problems the families would have to leave.

Pastor Weed explained that the Amish will not defend themselves in court. They would just leave the area, and he expressed strong concern about how the Amish were being treated. Then he said something that no one expected. He said he would not be in church for Wednesday evening Bible study because he was going to the special meeting. And, more than that, he said he intended to hire, and personally pay, for an attorney to defend the Amish if it proved necessary.

Them's was fightin’ words based on righteous indignation. I decided then and there that I would also be at the meeting on Wednesday.

(to be continued....)

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I Support Ron Paul for President

I’ve written here before about how I became involved in Republican Party politics because I wanted to make a positive difference. But, after a few years, I came to realize that I was not going to make any difference. The party system, Republican and Democrat, is less about principle and doing the right thing than it is about money, power, special interests, and patronage. It is rotten to the core. Even the best of men, with the best of intentions are sucked into the rottenness of the system. At the very least they are forced to compromise formerly-strong convictions about what they once understood to be right and wrong.

Yes, I am cynical. I’ve been far enough inside the beast to know it is out of control and does not serve the best interests of America.

There are, however, a few men who participate in the political system beyond the local level and refuse to be tainted by the snares of power and arrogance. Such men refuse to be bought. They refuse to compromise on the basic principles of right and wrong. But there are precious few such men. And if they do not bend to fit the system's mold, they are marginalized. In time, they get disillusioned (like me), and they either leave political office or loose reelection for lack of support. The system doesn't like “traitors.”

Only in the rarest of instances, and against all odds, does such a public servant remain in political office for any significant length of time. Only in the rarest of instances does such a man press on for years, steadfast in his principles. And only in the very rarest of instances, especially in modern history, does such a man run for president of the United States of America, and actually have a chance of achieving that position.

I firmly believe Congressman Ron Paul of Texas is such a rare man. Even the most politically cynical of citizens can not help but be encouraged by Ron Paul’s candidacy for our country’s highest office. Which is to say, I am encouraged by the very real possibility of Ron Paul actually winning in 2008.

In fact, with the Iowa and New Hampshire primaries looming large on the horizon, I’ve done something I have never done before. I’ve done something I thought I would never do. I contributed money to the campaign of a presidential candidate.

I have known about Ron Paul for 20 years. I have known him to be a champion of limited, Constitutional government, individual freedom, and a sound money system. Ron Paul is an honorable man, an intelligent man, a man of integrity, and a brave man. He is not a perfect man and therefore not a perfect candidate, but his track record clearly shows him to be a truly exceptional person who, I believe, can be trusted to do the right thing if elected to office.

I have a friend who has a lot of high level political experience. He is very astute. He loves Ron Paul. He believes he is, by far, the best candidate for President. But he says it is a virtual impossibility that Ron Paul will be elected.

My friend says Paul’s appeal is with the left and right fringes. He says the vast political body between those fringes is part of the “bread and circus” crowd. He insists they will not vote for Paul. He says Guiliani, Romney, Obama, and Clinton are part of “bread and circus” politics, and he believes Obama will prevail. That kind of talk gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I fear that my friend may be right. I fear that America will end up with the President it deserves, not the President in needs.

Nevertheless, I hope and pray for something amazing to happen in this next election, something that defies all the odds. It would be a flat-out miracle if Paul were to win this next election. But I believe in miracles.

Iowa and New Hampshire are the first arenas of battle and they are critically important. Paul must do well there. He can do well there. Fact is, he actually appears to be doing well there. If this man is willing to fight the good fight, against the odds, I will stand with him. I have supported him with my money. I am supporting him with this essay. Before the end of the year, I will probably contribute again.

If nothing else, my sons will know that I did something to try and help make a difference in this election. I supported a decent, godly man in a battle for right, against all the odds. This might well be the last opportunity for a long time to get such a good man into this office.

I urge you to check out the Ron Paul 2008 website. Read where Paul stands on the issues. Contribute money to help in the battle. Talk to your family and friends about him. Spread the word. Miracles do happen.

My 2007 Crop of Stiffneck Garlic Powder is Now Ready

I have been growing garlic and processing it into wholesome, delectable garlic powder as a business for several years. It is hard work but something I enjoy doing.

Few people in the world have ever tasted pure garlic powder made from stiffneck garlic varieties. You can’t buy it in the grocery store and there are precious few small-scale producers like me out there.

I usually have my powder ready to sell before Thanksgiving. I’m late this year. But better late than never. If you would like to experience a rare, special, and totally wholesome culinary delight, I invite you to get yourself a jar of this year’s powder.

How, you might wonder, do you use it? Well, the number one way my family enjoys the powder is on hot, buttered toast. Something magical happens when good garlic powder and butter come together. Shake the powder on pizza, casseroles, spaghetti, soup, salads, sandwiches, and even corn on the cob. Use your imagination. Savor the experience.

And keep in mind that a jar of Herrick's Homegrown Stiffneck Garlic Powder makes a great gift. My brother-in-law buys ten jars every year to give to friends and business associates at Christmas. It's a unique, down-to-earth treat.

Unfortunately, this year’s garlic powder will be the last for at least a year and maybe more than that. I have been growing my garlic crops on my next door neighbor’s property. It was good land and very convenient for me. But he sold the property and moved away this last fall. I have lost my use of the land and did not plant a crop of garlic this last fall. The small acreage I now live on does not afford me enough room to grow a large crop of garlic. Besides that, I need to free up some time to build up my part-time business, Whizbang Books. The business is making money and I am saving with the idea of one day purchasing more land, debt free. That is the dream. That is the goal and, God willing, I will achieve it one day.

That said, I have processed my normal amount of garlic bulbs, and the garlic bulbs I would have used for seed stock. So, for now, I have lots of powder, and I am offering it for sale here. Based on past experience, it is not likely this garlic powder will be available after December of this year. The supply is limited and I always sell out within a month or two.

I sell it four ways:

1.) 2.8 ounce Gift Jar (as seen in the photo above): $11.00
2.) 2.8 ounce Gift Jar packaged in a gift box: $12.50
3.) 3 ounce bag: $10.00
4.) 6 ounce bag: $19.00

The cost of packaging and shipping is a flat rate of $7 for any size order.

There are two ways to order:

1.) Send a check or money order for your order to:
Herrick Kimball
P.O. Box 1117
Moravia, N.Y. 13118

2.) Deposit payment in my PayPal account: hckimball@bci.net


If you would like to read all about how I process my garlic into powder, you can do so by going to this link: Making Great Garlic Powder. That link will also take you to several other internet essays about garlic that I’ve written. For example, you can read and see exactly how I planted the garlic that this year’s powder is made of.

If you have any questions, please feel free to e-mail me: hckimball(at)bci.net

How To MakeGreat Garlic Powder

Dateline: 22 November 2007

Updated: 1 September 2012

Those of you who have read this blog for long know that I grow garlic and I process it into garlic powder, which I sell to garlic lovin’ folks all over the country. I’ve been doing this for several years and it’s a nice little home business. You can make garlic powder on a small scale for yourself, as gifts for friends and family, or as a small home business like I do.

In this blog essay I’m going to tell and show you how I convert my homegrown garlic bulbs into flavorful garlic powder....

UPDATE

After nearly 5 years, and thousands of views, I have decided to  repackage this photo tutorial into an inexpensive ($1.50) pdf download. Please read the comments from people below, and then you can promptly get a copy of the download by clicking here: How To Make Your Own Garlic Powder Photo Tutorial.

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For a broader discussion about making great garlic powder, I recommend my book, The Complete Guide To Making Great Garlic Powder: Homegrown and Homemade Secrets From a Garlic Powder Guru. The book has been out of print for a few years but is now available as an inexpensive pdf download. Click the link to learn more.

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If you think you might like to grow garlic and make your own garlic powder as a small business, I invite you to read my essay titled: Home Based Agrarian Enterprises & Garlic Powder Profits

To The Idle

Charles Haddon Spurgeon was a Reformed Baptist preacher who lived from 1834 to 1892. He was a prolific writer and certainly had a way with words.

I have recently discovered his book, John Ploughman’s Talk and I am thoroughly enjoying it. The book is chock full of pithy zingers, many of which are agrarian in nature, and written for the common “ploughman” of his day. However, his down-to-earth observations and admonitions are timeless. Here is part of what C.H. Spurgeon writes in the introduction of John Ploughman’s Talk.

“In John Ploughman's Talk, I have written for plowmen and common people. Hence refined taste and dainty words have been discarded for strong proverbial expressions and homely phrases. I have aimed my blows at the vices of the many, and tried to inculcate those moral virtues without which men are degraded.... That I have written in a semi-humorous vein needs no apology.... There is no particular virtue in being seriously unreadable.”

The excerpts that follow are from chapter 1 of John Ploughman’s Talk, which is titled, To The Idle:

“Lolling about hour after hour, with nothing to do, is just making holes in the hedge to let the pigs through; and they will come through—make no mistake and the rooting they will do nobody knows except those who have to look after the garden. The Lord Jesus tells us himself that while men slept the enemy sowed the tares; that hits the nail on the head, for it is by the door of sluggishness that evil enters the heart more often, it seems to me, than by any other.”

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“Everything in the world is of some use; but it would puzzle a doctor of divinity, or a philosopher, or the wisest owl in our steeple to tell the good of idleness: that seems to me to be an ill wind which blows nobody any good—a sort of mud which breeds no eels, a dirty ditch which would not feed a frog. Sift a sluggard grain by grain, and you'll find him all chaff.”

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"You know we are obliged to plow with such cattle as we have found for us; but when I am set to work with some men, I'd as soon drive a team of snails or go out rabbit hunting with a dead ferret. Why, you might sooner get blood out of a gatepost or juice out of a cork than work out of some of them; and yet they are always talking about their rights. I wish they would give an eye to their own wrongs, and not lean on the plow handles"

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"Many of our squires have nothing to do but to part their hair in the middle; and many of the London grandees, ladies and gentlemen both alike, as I am told, have no better work than killing time. Now, they say the higher a monkey climbs, the more his tail is seen; and so, the greater these people are, the more their idleness is noticed, and the more they ought to be ashamed of it. I don't say they ought to plow, but I do say that they ought to do something for the state besides being like the caterpillars on the cabbage, eating up the good things; or like the butterflies, showing themselves off but making no honey. I cannot be angry with these people somehow, for I pity them when I think of the stupid rules of fashion which they are forced to mind, and the vanity in which they drag out their days."

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"The ugliest sight in the world is one of those thoroughbred loafers, who would hardly hold up his basin if it were to rain with porridge; and for certain would never hold up a bigger pot than he wanted filled for himself."

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"I don't like our boys to be in mischief, but I would sooner see them up to their necks in the mud in their larks than sauntering about with nothing to do."

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"My advice is, if you don't like hard work, just pitch into it, settle it off, and have your turn at rest."

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"I wish all religious people would take this matter under their consideration, for some professors are amazingly lazy and make sad work for the tongues of the wicked. I think a godly plowmen ought to be the best man in the field and let no team beat him. When we are at work, we ought to be at it, and not stop the plow to talk, even though the talk may be about religion."

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"If some of the members at our meeting were a little more spry with their arms and legs when they are at labor and a little quieter with their tongues, they would say more for religion than they now do."

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I may blog here with more quotes on different chapters from John Ploughman’s Talk in the future. But if you would like to read the book, you can do so online at this link: John Ploughman’s Talk; or, Plain Advice For Plain People

Christian Agrarianism?

Blogger Ethan Book read my recent blog essay, Christian Agrarianism: It’s All About Repentance & Redemption and decided to write about it at his blog.

Ethan is uncomfortable with the term, “Christian agrarian.” I suspect there are others who hear the term and question it. You can read Ethan’s blog essay here: Christian Agrarianism? And you can also read my response to his essay there.

I'd like to say that from the beginning of this blog, almost three years ago, I have focused on writing about “Faith, Family, and Livin’ The Good Life.” My faith (unapologetically Christian) has been front and center. My agrarian-based convictions are rooted in my Biblical convictions. The combination of those words, “Christian” and “agrarian,” fully describe my heartfelt beliefs about how the Christian life is best lived. It is a way of life that I find sweet and satisfying and I believe it is powerfully compelling to many of those who look in from the outside.

Not everyone will agree. Not everyone will understand. That is okay. I do not wish to argue my melding of Christian and agrarian beliefs. Only to live them and present them as honestly and accurately as I can within the limitations of my writing ability. Sometimes I fail in that regard. All I ask is that, you try to fully understand before before you pass judgement on this way of life which I love to refer to as "Christian agrarianism."

I recommend Ethan Book’s blog to you: The Beginning Farmer

Shame! Shame on the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture!

The following is an excerpt from the Lancaster Farming newspaper of November 17, 2007:

Effective Jan 1, dairies selling milk in Pennsylvania, the nation’s fifth-largest dairy state, will be banned from advertising on milk containers that their product comes from cows that have never been treated with rbST, or recombinant bovine somatotropin.

The product, sold by St Louis-based Monsanto Company under the brand name Posilac, is the country’s largest-selling dairy pharmaceutical. It is also known as recombinant bovine growth hormone, or rBGH.

It has been approved for use in the US since 1994, although safety concerns have spurred an increase in rBST-free product sales. The hormone is banned in the European Union, Canada, Australia, and Japan, largely out of concern that it may be harmful to heard health.

Monsanto spokesman Michael Doane said the hormone-free label “implies to consumers, who may or may not be informed on these issues, that there’s a health-and-safety difference between these two milks, that there’s ‘good’ milk and ‘bad’ milk, and we know that’s not the case.”

Rick North of the Oregon Physicians for Social Responsibility, a leading critic of the artificial growth hormone, said the Pennsylvania rules amounted to censorship.“This is a clear example of Monsanto’s influence,” he said. “They’re getting clobbered in the marketplace by consumers everywhere wanting rBGH-free products.

Monsanto spokesman, Michael Doane, is wrong. Milk from cows injected with his company’s Genetically Modified growth hormone is Bad Milk and milk from rBGH-free cows is Good Milk. The rest of the world knows this. They don't want rBGH milk. The people of America don't want rGBH milk. But Monsanto wants Americans to have rBGH milk.

Consumers have a right to know what is in their food, where the food came from, and how any animals that produced the food are treated. But BigAg (of which Monsanto is a major player), do not want people to know. And as this ruling in Pennsylvania shows, Mosanto will use its considerable political clout to protect its profits. It's all about money to them.

The Lancaster Farming article states that, in banning rBGH labeling, the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture “is acting on a recommendation of an advisory panel.” Oh? Really? Who are the people on this panel? What are their ties to BigAg? How much money has BigAg pumped into the campaigns of politicians who have helped to influence this Department of Agriculture ruling? We will never know. But you can bet these things are happening behind the scenes. Anyone who has been involved in the poilitical process or worked for government knows this is how it works.

According to the article, Pennsylvania is the first state in the country to ban rBGH-free labeling on milk sold to consumers. Other states may shortly follow the lead.

If you would like to know more about rBGH, it’s human health effects, and the grassroots battle against this corporate-ag wickedness, CHECK OUT THIS WEB SITE

Christian Agrarianism: It’s All About Repentance & Redemption

At its root, Christian agrarianism is about repentance and redemption. Repentance is about turning away or changing from something that is wrong. Redemption is about taking back something that was lost or taken away.

God is clearly moving in the hearts of many of His people in this day. He is leading them away from the bondage of a centralized, industrialized, materialistic, soul-deadening, God-hating, earth-destroying world system. He is leading them back to the land, back to simplicity of life and faith in Him, back to something that was almost lost in the shuffle of the industrial era.

Impassive observers looking from outside this moving of hearts might conclude that Christian agrarianism is just another back-to-the-land movement. That is a serious misconception.

Christian-agrarianism is less of a back-to-the-land movement and more of a back-to-the-Lord movement. But returning to the land, in so many different ways, is integral to this movement. Christian agrarians all over the world are taking back their God-ordained responsibility as stewards and husbandmen of the land. In other words, they are redeeming the Land.

Barry Morgan, at the Christian agrarian ministry, Acres of Hope America wrote in response to a recent blog that he believes devoted Christian agrarians are ministers on the land, field missionaries, and ambassadors, impacting cultural transformation in their communities through relational, agrarian lifestyle evangelism.

That, my friends, is a God-honoring vision for spiritual renewal and restoration in this nation. That is a vision that those of us who are yoking ourselves to the work of Christian agrarianism need to always keep in mind.

Christian agrarianism is not some slick new evangelistic ploy or passing fad. It is families living simply, close to the land, close to the Lord, dependent on the land, and dependent on the Lord. It is families blessing, and supporting each other and the people in their community. It is the good news of Jesus Christ manifested through the example we live and God’s admonition to love our neighbors.

I have tremendous admiration for Christians who husband the land using sustainable farming practices; methods that do not rely on poisons, synthetic chemical inputs, and genetically-modified technology (those tools of the international agricultural oligopoly). I have even more admiration for families who are actively working to transition from a non-farming, industrial lifestyle to a way of life centered around faith, family, and agricultural production. To do this sort of thing is incredibly difficult.

Yet it is being done. Christianity Today magazine recently published an article about Christian agrarianism. There are numerous Christian agrarian blogs and articles on the internet. I get e-mail letters from Christians who are making the transition to simple, separate, deliberate, and more down-to-earth ways of life way. There is now even a documentary movie about Christian agrarianism.

This is a movement that no man or organization controls. The Lord is slowly and surely leading his people out of Egypt, into the land He has for them. It is a sight to behold.

Peak Oil: Myth, Reality, & Response

People often believe what they want to believe, regardless of facts and reality. I have been guilty of this in the past and so have you. The effects of wrong thinking, based on ignorance or misinformation can be minor and harmless, or significant and downright dangerous. This is true for individuals, families, communities, and nations.

Peak Oil is one of those significant and downright dangerous things that so few people in this country understand or, upon hearing of it, want to believe.

Much of the small talk around the proverbial water cooler at my workplace is about the high price of gasoline. People blame the high prices on greedy oil companies. They blame the high prices on George Bush. I can’t and won’t defend international corporations and the politicians who assist them in their destructive practices. But there is something much bigger going on here. Virtually no one understands that worldwide oil production is dropping while worldwide oil demand is rising. If I attempt to explain it, people change the subject. Denial is a normal human first response to the news of inevitable death.

Those rising gasoline prices are hard to ignore. The industrial era, fueled primarily by cheap crude oil is drawing to a close. That is my conclusion. But you should look at the information and decide for yourself. Really. You should.

If you have never heard of Peak Oil, or you have been resistant to the idea that something is seriously wrong, and not going to get better, I urge you to read this internet article: Ali Samsan Bakhtairi and Peak Oil

Mr. Bakhtairi, former director of the National Iranian Oil Co., knows oil. He believes we are in the first phase of a four-phase transitionary (and irreversible) world crude decline. The first phase, T-1 is where we are now. Bakhtairi says:

"Each transition [will] cover, on average, three-four years...[T]he only transition we can see rather clearly is T1. It is clear that T1 will witness the tilting of the 'oil demand' and 'oil supply' scales"

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"After some 147 years of almost uninterrupted supply growth to a record output of some 81-82 million barrels/day [mb/d] in the summer of 2006, crude oil production has since entered its irreversible decline. This exceptional reversal alters the energy supply equation upon which life on our planet is based. It will come to place pressure upon the use of all other sources of energy -- be it natural gas, coal, nuclear power, and all types of sundry renewables, especially biofuels. It will eventually come to affect everything else under the sun."

Bakhtairi further states, of the 2nd stage of this transitionary time:

"My World Oil Production Capacity model has predicted that over the next 14 years, present global production of 82 million barrels per day will decrease by roughly 32%, down to around 55 million barrels per day by the year 2020."

My friends, if we are about to experience a 32% decline in worldwide oil production over the next decade, there is no question that life as we have known it in the industrial world is about to change in very dramatic ways.

Translation: we are, by default, about to begin transitioning back to some sort of agrarian civilization, back to a way of life that was the norm prior to when we became oil “addicted” and dependent.

The good news in all of this is that, at least in Bakhtairi’s analysis, there is still time for wise people to make voluntary adjustments in their lives in order to be better prepared for the inevitable changes.

Translation: Begin now to bring yourself and your family closer to the agrarian lifestyle. How so? Here are my suggestions…

1. Simplify. Downsize. Make do with less. Eliminate as much debt as possible.

2. If you are in a city, move to a rural area. Position yourself in a place where people have the land, the resources, and the inclination to help each other. Become part of a local church. Build relationships. Be a good neighbor. Weave yourself into the woof and warp of the community.

3. Learn and practice the traditional skills of self-sufficient agrarian people. Foremost among these skills is the ability to grow and preserve your own food. Learn by reading, asking others for help, and doing.

4. Begin to acquire the tools of self-sufficiency. Foremost among these tools are implements used to grow, gather, and preserve food.

Some will say this blog essay is a doom & gloom, head-for-the-hills alarmist reaction. Thoughts of the Y2k crisis that never happened come to mind. Peak oil isn’t being talked about in the mainstream news outlets (that I am aware of). If it was really that bad, it would be in the news more, wouldn't it?

Well, the internet is loaded with Peak Oil information from many sources that support what Mr. Bakhtaira says. All you need to do is search the words “Peak Oil” and educate yourself. And while you are at it, look for views from “experts” on the other side of this issue? I did a search of the words “peak oil myth.” I came up with information like found in the following sites:

Peak Oil is a Misleading Zionist Scam

The Peak Oil Myth

The Myth of Peak Oil

In short, the Peak Oil naysayers assert that there is no such problem as Peak Oil. They say the whole thing is a contrived scam, a conspiracy to destroy the American economy and make us subservient to diabolical powers. I won’t argue that. They might be right. I really don’t know.

Nevertheless, even among those who say Peak Oil is a scam, there appears to be the feeling that, scam or not, it’s coming down the pike. Watch the gas prices climb. They are like the handwriting on the wall. Think about it. Pray about it. These are exciting times we are living in....

First Goose

Day before yesterday was Saturday. I dragged myself out of bed that morning at 4:15am and stumbled into my kid’s bedroom. I gave my sound-asleep thirteen year old son, James, a wake-up nudge. Not even two seconds later his eyes blinked wide open and he practically sprang out of bed. With a big smile on his face he gave me a thumbs-up and headed downstairs for some breakfast. The boy was raring to go.

It was to be my son’s first day hunting geese. He was going with someone who is an experienced goose hunter. Which means, alas, he wasn’t going with me.

James was going hunting with a man named George, who is an avid sportsman. George and his wife, Sandy, have been good friends of our family for a long time. They are Christians. They are agrarians. They are homeschoolers. Their youngest son is about the same age as James. But, unlike James, he isn’t interested in hunting. James told me George’s son thinks hunting is boring.

I drove James to George and Sandy’s log cabin home located about 15 minutes from our place. George outfitted him with a 12-gauge over-and-under shotgun. They headed out in George’s pickup to meet with another man, Tom, his six-year-old son, and Gunnar, a black lab birddog.

Before daylight, the hunting party had set themselves up a few rows inside a corn field. They were sitting comfortably in folding camp chairs. In front of them was an alfalfa field with a pond. They set decoys up in the field. Obscured by the corn and some camouflage netting, they waited for daylight.

It was a frosty-cold November morning but James was dressed for it. Picture this: He had on my military surplus “Mickey Mouse” boots (waterproof and incredibly warm, though a few sizes too big for him), insulated Carhart pants, a military surplus wool sweater, Belgian military parka with hood (the coat hung down well below his waist), my insulated deerhide gloves (the best winter gloves I’ve ever owned), and a well-worn, all-leather, WWII aviator’s cap (surprisingly warm).

The geese came in batches, from all directions and many gathered on the pond. Tom was using a call. None of the birds came within shooting range. Then, around 8:30 some geese flew over low enough to shoot. George downed two of them. At the sound of the shot all the geese that had gathered on the pond took flight and headed directly over the hunters. Tom shot two. James shot twice at the last goose to pass over. His second shot brought it down.

Before he went hunting, I wondered if James would like it. I thought he might find it too boring or too cold. But that wasn’t the case. James had a great time. He loved the whole experience.

My son returned home later in the afternoon, goose in hand. Well, not exactly all the goose. I guess it is customary to cut out only the meaty portions of the bird (breast and legs). So he had a plastic bag with red meat. I never realized wild geese have red meat.

The next day (Sunday morning) George and Sanday sat next to us in church. I thanked George for taking James hunting. I figured one hunting session with James would be enough for George. He said they had a good time and, to my surprise, wondered if James could go out hunting again the next morning. It sounded good to me.

That afternoon Marlene cooked the goose (Sandy told her how after church). She sliced the cooked meat into slivers and we all tasted it. On James’s first bite, he chomped down on a small piece of steel shot. Other than that hazard, the meat tasted pretty good. I think it would be better with some sort of sauce. Perhaps some of the chutney Marlene canned a couple years ago (I’ll have to see if there is a jar left in the pantry).

This morning (another frosty one) James was back in the field hunting. The corn had been harvested so they tried a ground blind. No luck. Then he and George went back home for a canoe and headed out to a few special locations. George said he could tell his mom and dad where they went but not anyone else. Hunters like to keep their best hunting locations kind of secret.

They ended up canoeing slowly up a stream that went into a swamp. George, in the back, paddled, while James was in the bow, gun at the ready. They saw some ducks and geese but none close enough to shoot. James and George hunted for just about the entire day. They didn’t get a single bird, but James sure did have a good time of it. While most boys his age were in government school, James was out hunting in the wild. That is the beauty of homeschooling a boy. Flexibility. When something more important comes up, you just go do it.

Some who read this may be wondering why I wasn’t hunting with my son. I could have and perhaps I should have, but I decided against it for a specific reason. I wrote about it somewhat back in three 2005 blog essays: A Son’s Identity, A Son’s Identity (Part 2), and A Son’s Identity (Part 3).

Those essays were about providing wholesome role models for boys. I asserted that fathers should be wholesome role models, but that fathers should also help their sons to find other role models. My friend, George is a fine role model. I know him to be a man of integrity and strong Christian conviction, in addition to being a knowledgeable sportsman (something I am not).

There is something else associated with this matter of shaping a boy’s identity that I know I’ve mentioned here before but can’t recall where it was. I believe it is very, very important that a boy, as he gets older, develops wholesome interests and skills that are his alone within the family. He becomes the specialist in this particular area of expertise; the resident expert. When this happens, the boy develops self-esteem and confidence, and it leads him to become more independent. Independent at 13 years old? Well, yes, to a degree. Slowly but surely we want our sons to learn skills, acquire wisdom, and develop confidence so they can one day leave to establish their own family.

I hope they won’t leave too far, but that’s another blog subject for another day. And if I had girls, I would not want be training them for independence (and that’s a blog I will let someone else write, since none of my children are girls).

In the final analysis, James is actively pursuing a healthy interest. He is learning about how to build blinds, how to call geese, how to position the decoys, how to cut the meat off the bird, and much more. He is now the goose hunter of the family. And someday I will go goose hunting with him. When I do, he will be able to teach me how it’s done. That’s something I’m looking forward to.

E.P Roe Quotes:The Final Installment

I hope you have enjoyed the last three posts containing information about, and quotations from, the once-famous but now little-known Christian-agrarian writer, Edward Payson Roe. Here are a few more selections to close out this series:

A love for the soil and all the pursuits of outdoor life is one of the most healthful signs in a people. Our broad and diversified land affords abundant opportunity for the gratification of every rural taste, and those who form such tastes will never complain that life is losing its zest. Other pleasures pall with time and are satiated. We outgrow them. But every spring is a new revelation, every summer a fresh, original chapter of experience, and every autumn a fruition of hopes as well as of seeds and buds. Nothing can conduce more to happiness and prosperity than multitudes of rural homes. In such abodes you will not find Socialists, Nihilists, and other hare-brained reformers who seek to improve the world by ignoring nature and common sense. Possession of the soil makes a man conservative, while he, at the same time, is conserved.

Every crop is a prize to knowledge, skill, industry. Every flower is a beautiful mystery which may be solved in part; every tree is stored sunshine for the hearth, shelter from the storm, a thing of beauty while it lives, and of varied use when its life is taken. In animals, birds, insects, and vegetation we are surrounded by diversified life, and our life grows richer, more healthful and complete, as we enter into their life and comprehend it. The clouds above us are not mere reservoirs of water for prosaic use. In their light, shade, and exquisite coloring they are ever a reproach to the blindness of coarse and earthy minds.

If properly made and conducted [the garden] will yield a revenue which the wealth of the Indies could not purchase; for whoever bought in market the flavor of fruit and vegetables raised by one’s own hands or under our own eyes? Sentiment does count. A boy is a boy; but it makes a vast difference whether he is our boy or not. A garden may soon become a part of the man himself, and he is a better man for its care. Wholesome are the thoughts and schemes it suggests; healthful are the blood and muscle resulting from its products and labor therein. Even with the purse of a millionaire, the best of the city’s markets is no substitute for a garden; for nature and life are here, and these are not bought and sold. From stalls and peddler’s wagons we can buy but dead and dying things. The indolent epicure’s enjoyment of game is not the relish of the sportsman who has taken his dinner direct from the woods and waters.

I am often told, ”It is cheaper to buy fruit and vegetables than to raise them.” I have nothing to say in reply. There are many cheap things that we can have; experience has proved that one of the best things is to have a garden, either to work in or to visit daily when the season permits. We have but one life to live here, and to get the cheapest things out of it is rather poor ambition.

It may well become one of the dreams of our life to own land, if for no other reason than that of obtaining the priviledge of planting vines. As they take root, so will we, and after we have eaten their delicious fruit, the very thought of leaving our acre will be repugnant. The literature of the vine would fill a library; the literature of love would crowd many libraries. It is not essential to read everything before we start a little vineyard or go a-courting.

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More Agrarian Wisdom from E.P.Roe

Did you know that the common tomato was once considered poisonous by North Americans? It was grown only for ornament and curiosity. But that changed in 1820 when Robert Gibbon Johnson of Salem, New Jersey, publicly ate a tomato to prove that it was safe. To the horror and astonishment of the many who gathered to watch the spectacle, Johnson actually ate several tomatoes, and lived. You can read the story here: Man Eats Tomato And Doesn't Die.


E.P Roe knew of the history of the tomato but he seems to think a fellow named John Bull was the brave tomato eater. Maybe there is more to the story. In any event, here is E.P.’s take on the subject (and it is an insightful comment he makes about Yankees).

The Italians first dared to use it freely; the French followed; and after eying it askance as a novelty for unknown years, John Bull ventured to taste, and having survived, began to eat with increasing gusto. To our grandmothers in this land the ruby fruit was given as "love-apples," which, adorning quaint old bureaus, were devoured by dreamy eyes long before canning factories were within the ken of even a Yankee's vision. Now, tomatoes vie with the potato as a general article of food

And speaking of insightful, here’s what E.P has to say about raising children so they will NOT trade the richness of rural life for city existence when they grow up.

One of the sad features of our time is the tendency of young people to leave their country homes. And too often one does not need to look far for the reason. Life at the farm-house sinks into deep ruts, and becomes weary plodding. There are too many "one-ideaed" farmers and farms. It is corn, potatoes, wheat, butter, or milk. The staple production absorbs all thought and everything else is neglected.


Nature demands that young people should have variety, and furnishes it in abundance. The stolid farmer too often ignores nature and the cravings of youth, and insists on the heavy monotonous work of his specialty, early and late, the year around, and then wonders why in his declining years there are no strong young hands to lighten his toil. The boy who might have lived a sturdy, healthful, independent life among his native hills is a bleached and sallow youth measuring ribbons and calicoes behind a city counter. The girl who might have been the mistress of a tree-shadowed country house disappears under much darker shadows in town. But for their early home life, so meager and devoid of interest, they might have breathed pure air all their days.

In this next quote, E.P. provides an illustration of “the good life” centered around home, homegrown food, a happy mother, and her blessed children:

Not the least among the means of making a home attractive would be a well-maintained fruit garden. The heart and the stomach have been found nearer together by the metaphysicians than the physiologists, and if the "house-mother," as the Germans say, beamed often at her children over a great dish of berries flanked by a pitcher of unskimmed milk, not only good blood and good feeling would be developed, but something that the poets call "early ties."

I was surprised to find this next quote of E.P. Roe. It would appear that, upon studying a saucer of strawberries, he finds it hard to believe something so good could have ever evolved by random chance, and I couldn’t agree more.

And yet, on the part of some, as they deliberately enjoy a saucer of strawberries and cream,--it is a pleasure that we prolong for obvious reasons,--a languid curiosity may arise as to the origin and history of so delicious a fruit. I suppose Mr. Darwin would say, "it was evolved." But some specimens between our lips suggest that a Geneva watch could put itself together quite as readily.

In this final quote for today, E.P. provides a theological lesson from the garden. I love it when he does that.

We naturally feel that some good saints in the flesh, even though they are "pillars of the church," need more than a "sea-change" before they can become proper citizens of "Jerusalem the Golden;" but having compared a raspberry bush, bending gracefully under its delicious burden, with the insignificant seed from which it grew, we are ready to believe in all possibilities of good. Thus we may gather more than berries from our fruit-gardens. Nature hangs thoughts and suggestions on every spray, and blackberry bushes give many an impressive scratch to teach us that good and evil are very near together in this world, and that we must be careful, while seeking the one, to avoid the other. In every field of life those who seek the fruit too rashly are almost sure to have a thorny experience, and to learn that prickings are provided for those who have no consciences.

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