Jesse

Jesse

Minnesota, born and raised.
  • Joined: January 10, 2024
  • Articles: 20

Wind breaks.

I found an absolute gem of a book at a Goodwill a couple of weeks ago: Five Acres and Independence by M.G. Kains. Joel Salatin often says to find the oldest farming books you can; the original of this book…

Knowing God. Ch. 3

The men’s group at our church is going through J.I. Packer’s Knowing God. I haven’t read anything by Packer, but I’m aware that he edited the ESV Study Bible (which I have) and he was close with John Piper, whom…

Daily walks.

I take a daily walk around the farm. I think it’s important to keep an eye on as much of it as you can daily. You get to know the land, the fallen trees, the boulders, the birds. I’ve lived…

The worst things.

I’ve often said that the worst things to happen to our culture are social media, the stock market, and the industrial revolution. I think we can expand that list to five. 1. The 24 Hour News Cycle/News As Business News…

Never too late.

I hear that a lot of times about a lot of things. “Never too late.” Starting a farm after you turn 40 is about as close to “too late” as you get, but in general, the statement is correct. It’s…

Going Through Hebrews.

One of the topics that I’ve done a bit of study on, and continue to look at closely, is the relationship between the Church and ethnic Israel. Whenever I attend any Q&A, I always ask the presenter what the relationship…

Thoughts on Calvin.

I’m often asked if I’m a Calvinist when I have theological conversations. I joke that I’m so enamored with Reformed Christianity that I’d thought about getting the Five Solas tattooed on one hand, and TULIP tattooed on the other. But,…

Music From Another Time

I don’t know what every other person’s relationship to music is. I’m always more than a little shocked when people tell me they don’t listen to music. I’ve joked that I believe I’m responsible for Spotify raising their prices; I…

An Old Friend

I saw an old friend this week. When the temperature was 30 below zero in the wind, and the sun was bathing itself in fire and twilight, I saw him on the horizon and heard him in the trees. For…

The Beginning of the End

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve tried to start something of a blog. No less than a hundred. Usually fueled by a small amount of IPA and delusions of grandeur. What would make this time any different? Well,…