Oregon on the Threshold  

 by Chad Taylor  

"No one having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the Kingdom of God..."  (Luke 9:62).    

For I had a vision of Oregon.  I saw a man in farmer's clothing standing at a vast field of harvest as far as the eye could see.  Stretching as far as the East was from the West this great field spanned.  The man stood at the threshold of this great field with a plow in his hands.  One foot stood on the rich soil of harvest, and the other stood on the stones and fallow ground that bordered the field.  The blade of the plow was already buried inches in the dark rich soil, the beginning of a furrow could be seen.   Then I saw behind this man.  Behind him was a sharp sheer wall of rock.  Huge cliffs that reached into the clouds above, there was no way back.  The man looked at the field in front of him and sighed. 

Then I heard the Lord begin to say,   'The seeds of revival are about to spring up amongst you.  The seeds of harvest and revival.  You have called for the rain and I have brought it.  You have cried out for the wind and I have sent it, you have called out for the fire and I have kindled it.  But now you cry out for harvest, prepare yourself O Oregon for it is upon you.  And it will suddenly spring up around you.   To the East, it will spring up, to the West, it will spring up, to the North, it will spring up, and to the South it will spring up.  Pressed down and overflowing it will come.  Your baskets will not be able to contain it.  Your churches will not be able to bridle it, it will come with violence and force as they press into the Kingdom of God.  

The derelict and the destitute shall swell your ranks.  I will give them a new heart.  I will renew their minds.  I will set them free.  I will give you an army not of your choosing.  But like Gideon, of My choosing.  You will not fight with conventional means, but like Joshua and Jericho, you will engage the enemy My way.  For only there will you see the victory. Only there will you take the city.  You will find allies in the strangest circumstance, like Rahab to the spies, you will find friends in low places.  I will make the high places low and the low places high in this hour says the Lord.'  

"Enlarge the place of your tent, and let them stretch out the curtains of your dwellings; Do not spare!  Lengthen you cords, and strengthen your stakes, for you shall expand to the right and to the left..."  (Is. 54:2-3).

  Suddenly I looked to the left and right of this man, and to my surprise their were thousands times a thousand standing with their plows.  Men, women and children were positioned in a stance to harvest.   They stood at the brink of harvest as one great army.  Every color and creed could be seen.  Each gripping the handles of his or her plow, poised for the transition from the fallow ground into the rich soil of harvest, and then I hear the Lord say,  

'This is the hour of harvest.  This is the hour to plow and to break up the fallow ground, this is the time to break up the fountains of the deep.  To take in a great catch.  This is the hour that harvest will demand unity.  A unity that they have never experienced, never seen.  A unity that yokes together all races and faces as they plow the ground of revival.  Even as they did when I walked the earth and My disciples gathered up all the bread and fishes.  They filled up twelve baskets full, when they did not even have one before!  The unity that caused the masses to sit in ranks and companies to be fed.  This is the unity that harvest will bring.'  

"Behold, the days are coming says the Lord, when the plowman shall overtake the reaper.  And the treader of grapes him who sows seed.  The mountains shall drip with sweet rain, and all the hills shall flow with it..."  (Amos 9:13).  

A great company of both men and women moved across this great field, and as fast as they plowed they began to reap.  As the plowman moved out the reapers were already returning with their sheaves.  The threshing floors were full.  Their garners will be overflowing says the Lord, the garners will be overflowing.  I am giving you the land says the Lord, I am giving you the land.  Look to the mountains, as far as the eye can see, I am giving you the land, I am giving you the land.  "And your descendants will inherit the nations, and make the desolate cities inhabited..."  (Is. 54:3).  

"That our barns may be full, supplying all kinds of produce, that our sheep may bring forth thousands, and ten thousands in our fields.  That our oxen may be well laden, that there be no breaking in or breaking out, that there be no outcry in our streets.  Happy are the people that are in such a state, Happy are the people whose God is the Lord!"  (Psalm 144:13-15).      

Chad Taylor

Lamentations 2:19