Northern Farmer

I can’t speak for people in any other area of this world simply because I don’t know that much about them, just what I read is basically it. Up here a person could say that I’m a product of the northern plains. It’s a bountiful area, and where we live is called the transition zone. That’s where the plains meets the northwoods. It’s about seventy five percent open land right here, but gets a lot more trees just a handful of miles north. In fact twenty five miles north of here is the real north woods. To our south the corn belt starts, in fact we could say it starts right here because a little north of here there is none. Six miles to our west are some wooded hills studded with beautiful lakes. Six miles to our east is the Mississippi River, flowing rapidly as it loses most of it’s elevation before running slowly to the gulf.

The folk that settled this area were a tough breed, they had to be even to survive. There was little room for mistakes back in the early days here. Slip up in winter and they were dead. There are remnants of these tough people all around here yet. And when the oil someday gets scarce these people will still go on despite what happens to the rest. Every area and region has these people; I’m just familiar with the ones here and in the Dakotas. In a strange way I look forward to the day when it won’t be easy to get fuel if one can even get it at all. After the hurricane I was hoping that it would slow down the madness somewhat, but I guess it’s not quite time yet.

I wonder how this area will fare when things get tough again. I know many neighbors here that could keep on one way or another, but what concerns me are the folks in the city and suburbs that need the government to help them tie their shoes. I truly pity these folks that are so immersed into the falling modern culture. Where as we out here would adjust and keep going, to put it bluntly, the modern people will have a dickens of a time just to survive when she comes crashing down. No more careers, no more artificial entertainment, no more me, me, society. At least during the great depression this was definitely a Christian nation yet, but now, I don’t know. Oh sure, I hear all the polls where they say how this nation is overwhelmingly Christian, but the Christian immersed in modern culture is really no different that the rest in that dying way of life. One cannot serve two masters. I wonder how wonderful it will be to live out here a long commute from the city in a suburban home, with a suburban lifestyle when it starts going down. Sure did pay to destroy prime land for that, eh.

The tough ones here are looked on as backward by these folks but we will see over time who survives in the northland. Reading the old books and listening to the oldtimers in my younger days has helped our family so much to start preparing, not with fear, but with genuine interest, for the future. You know, it would be something to see people become alive again. When some of us say “the culture of death” there is huge truth behind this statement, and looking at modern culture one can see the walking dead. But following the Lord leads us on a different path than the one society is trying to get us to follow. A kind of calm comes over me when I write this, knowing with all my heart we are doing the right thing. We have a lot more to do, as does most everyone, but we will do it with gladness in our hearts.

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