RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
ALIVE AND WELL IN 2020!
noun 1: property that is or can be inherited: inheritance.
2: something other than property passed down from preceeding generations: legacy: tradition.
3: the status or lot acquired by a person through birth; birthright: a heritage of affluence and position.
"Far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our sins from us."--Psalm 103:12
A TIME SENSITIVE GIFT OF GRACE:
But have you accessed that redemption personally, friend? A gift present unwrapped under the Christmas tree may be pretty to the eyes, but the gift inside the wrapping is still not yours until you unwrap it, right? You can know about Jesus Christ the Savior and his free Gift of Christ, but never really possess it--like the unwrapped Christmas gift. Once I found a Christmas gift, mistakenly thrown out in post-Christmas trash! You must unwrap it by faith and personal choice and decision to have and possess it, lest you go without it altogether when you too depart this passing human existence. That awful fate has happened to untold millions, but Now is the Day of Salvation, God's Word in scripture says. Open your Gift now, by faith, possess the soul-redeeming Grace of Christ which awards you Salvation and eternal life forever with God in heaven.
R.T. Kendall in his book on Jonah, titled "Jonah, An Exposition, The Lessons of Jonah for the Church Today," says:
"The greatest curse that can ever be brought to a nation is for God not to discover or [challenge, expose, spotlight] its sin. The greatest curse of all is when He ignores sin. Look what happened as described in Romans chapter one. We are told that they refused to retain God in their knowledge and God just 'gave them up.' It didn't say that God pushed them, it didn't say God clubbed them. There were no bright flaming letters in the sky to say what God was about to do. God just 'gave them over to a reprobate mind' (Romans 1:28), that is, a mind void of judgment, a mind that cannot grasp the truth. The worst thing that can ever happen to you is for God to pass over your sin in that way."
But forget us, for a moment. Was Martin Luther a sinner? As a young man and then a monk and theologian and doctor of theology he certainly knew all about sacraments, merit, works, and purgatory thrown in, all pious means to gain salvation, but somehow it did not satisfy the aching need in his heart and soul to KNOW FOR SURE he was saved, spared eternal punished, judged innocent or spared before the eyes of a Holy God and going to be let upon death into heaven. He never could believe he was perfect enough, despite all his relentless fastings, prayers, self-tortures of all kinds, vigils, pilgrim journeys to Rome on foot and climbing high penitential stairs to the altars in churches on his knees, etc., etc. What could do it? Save his soul in such a way he knew he was forgiven and saved by God without a doubt? Would he, screaming in horror, plunge into hell's flames the moment he died? LUTHER HAD TO KNOW THE TRUE CASE OF HIS SOUL'S STANDING BEFORE HOLY GOD!
What is the new birth anyway? It is called the NEW BIRTH, and is the SECOND OR RESURRECTION REBIRTH. We are reckoned crucified with Christ on the cross, and risen with Christ from the dead and the tomb and hell! In Him we gain victory over sin, death, hell, the world, and the Devil! Read Paul's account of this in scripture.. Afterwards, Luther could write and did write:
"BORN ONCE, DIE TWICE. BORN TWICE, DIE ONCE!"
I, Ron Ginther, began as Martin Luther began: a boy in a religious and family sense a Christian, only I was not seeking God, nor afflicted by a guilty conscience, since it was seared and reprobate at a very early age. I was baptized and confirmed and membered into the Church, but like Luther I remained a lost soul despite the religion that accepted me without any serious scrutiny from my infancy. I finally at the age of 15 did what Martin Luther did as an adult reading the Bible's verses on Conversion by faith in Christ, I prayed in faith and went to the Lord as a sinner (though not feeling particularly bad or convicted about it) and he accepted me, and made me His child, forgave all my sins, and granted me eternal life with Him in heaven. Wow! Reprobate teen that I was, he still accepted me as his child when I prayed that prayer.
What an experience, but I had fought it for years, figuring my Infant Baptism, and Confirmation at 12 years of age, and Church membership and attendance, along with Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, and Luther League, was enough for me, though I had no idea it all fell far short of the glory of God and did not save me in the least from my sin and the penalty, eternal damnation.. Thanking God now as an old man, I did the best thing I ever did in life, or could ever do in my life, I went to him in prayer in my dorm room at the Academy many years ago, and got right with my Lord and God and Redeemer Jesus Christ. Otherwise, you would not be reading this, not from me anyway, as when I turned 21 or so in college, I threw away my Christian faith and abandoned God and never intended to be a Christian again...but, praise God, my mother and other saints prayed for me and he had better plans for me in store resulting in my being delivered from a backslider's hellish condition to restoration and faith in Him 15 years later--Stadem Grandson, Ronald Ginther
I wasn't old when I had the vision (and saw that it was a Vision), and now I am truly old, but I ask the Lord to stand by me in giving what I can to you, from my heart. I know that last phrase may mean nothing but a phrase to a lot of you, but it means everything to God, I know. So I speak from my heart as sincerely as I can. How I yearn to see Stadems, with that special Viking Stadem look they have, standing up before the dying world and proclaiming the Gospel in song and story and even jokes and reminiscences of life on Plain View Farm. The world is yearning in turn for this saga, but it has been denied all these many years since my beloved grandparents departed this earth for a better country.
In them, for them, through them the Vision will take root and spread and cover the whole land with His Glory, using our golden heritage that God has given us as a legacy and responsibility to share with everyone, not keeping it to ourselves and sitting on it and letting the world eat away at it until it is gone, but using it as bait and lure to draw countless dying and needy souls to the Lord Jesus.
We need to restore the old rocker
To the front porch of years long ago,
Where toddlers could rock their dollies
And big Sis might court her beau.
That old porch was filled with laughter
As the rocker creaked the years away,
Where neighbors would smile and greet you
In a warm and friendly way.
This musical rhythm of movement
Could sooth our anger and stress
And solve life's pressing problems,
Putting troubled hearts to rest.
--Elisabeth Weaver Winstead, Nashville, Tennessee (lyrics amended slightly)
If you love God, you will love what God loves. God doesn't drum things into you--it is love that motivates all he does and all we should do. If you love God, you will love what God loves. God loves the Gospel, God loves righteousness, God loves godly heritage, God loves Israel, God loves the souls he has created to be his sons and daughters. That's what God loves. Do you love what God loves? Then you love God! It is that simple.
Now here is a recent tribute to our golden heritage. You don't see rocking chairs on their porches, if they have porches at all. The tradition used to be a very strong one--and perhaps should be revived if possible, due to all the benefits to children that are involved. Ron Ginther has a new poem describing this great past tradition, inspired by the little rocking chair, which has been retired for the most part to fond memories or years ago to the attic in some old house or barn.
Porches were wonderful places, the old-fashioned kind, screened or not. They make a house look beautiful and inviting and friendly. They were places of protection, conversation (private or not) rest, food and refreshment, hospitality, fun and games, sleeping during hot, humid nights, and...the list goes on and on. Here is a fresh new poem about porches as an American invention that surpasses many others you can name for usefulness and increasing human welfare and happiness.
Stadem Daughter Estelle's God's Little Acres is the opening storyline to which Pearl's stories will inter-connect all pages thereafter like a river that flows through it. Ron's writings will come along into the narrative flow to add more color, humor, and many tributes to the overall story.
Please start with Estelle's writings that form the entrance to Plain View Heritage Farm, lest you miss discovering the "explosive secret" of the whole Stadem story that caused us to want to get it out to you in the first place. If you should miss it, you will gain really no idea why the websites were created and what they set out to show you. It is just not heritage but God's workings in individual lives for his glory and their own spiritual gain. Instead of scattered impressions and random facts and occasional views of farm life on the Dakota heartland flats, you are meant to gain a whole new insight into the marvelous, tapestry-like weaving of Providence in the lives of the Stadem family and particularly Alfred Stadem.
Would you want to miss that? I seriously doubt it!
But we know for sure we'll drop what we are doing the moment Jesus Christ returns for us singly or collectively for us. May each of us be at the Lord's Table for those eternal refreshments that are sure to be shining there amidst golden plates and diamond cutlery and magnficent bouquets of heaven's flowers.
What will the menu include? It is hard to say, but simply being present will be the greatest honor and joy to share with all others at that table. What a feast our eyes will be given, as we look round at friends and family and other fellow believers in Christ the Savior! That will be just the beginning course of the banquet.
Certainly, there will come the climax of the meal when we all partake of the fellowship of our Heavenly Father Himself, thanks to Christ's great sacrifice upon the cross for you and me. We can only pray and hope that we, while still living on this old earth, we played a role in giving a word, help or answer to someone's prayer that might aid him or her in the journey toward the Lord's banqueting table on that great day.
Until then, we simply trust that we are somehow doing our little part in the work of these pages of the Plain View Heritage Farm. Only God Himself knows how much the Lord by way of the Holy Spirit will be able to use the message found within these pages--a message that is earthy and also heavenly, amusing and also giving food for thought. If there remain any questions and mysteries we can't decipher now, we will just have to wait until the grand unfolding of all God's purposes in Heaven to find out or see the complete story of God's grace in all our lives.
Yet Plain View Farm gives Alfred Stadem's divine encounter with his God, all happening with the context of a deep family tragedy of two simultaneous deaths of the ones closest to his heart. Please don't miss that, for it is the pivot for all the rest of the Stadem saga, and it can be found on Praire Farm and also the Plain View Farm Musical Drama.
Until we meet again, God bless you and keep you or restore you in good health physically, and spiritually. Lastly, thank-you for paying us a visit at Plain View Heritage Farm in order to share and enjoy the treasures of this golden heritage. Just as over the many years the farm's corn, wheat, potatoes, livestock, milk and cream, and other bounties blessed the world and nourished many thousands of people, so may her spiritual bounties now pour forth to nourish even more people than ever before!