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About JPS

Just a man seeking after the heart of God.

Honey Bees

There has been a lot happening on the farm this year. So much so, my chores list has been needing to be very flexible. 

A major lesson learned is to not be so ridged with what I believe needs to happen and pay close attention to what God wants to have happen. 

When my timeline used to be disrupted, it used to really agitate me, not so much anymore. I thank God for this. 

The honey bees this year has taught me quite a lot. 

The strength in numbers.  That as a group they are far more powerful than as individuals. 

They are precise in their mannerisms. From birth, to jobs, to building and maintaining their home, they have it down perfectly. 

Most of the problems they’ve developed over the years is because of us. 

Pesticides, insecticides, fungicides, plastics, just to name a few, have all played a part in the honey bee decline. 

I take my role as an animal husband quite seriously.  See the link for more info. 

As such, I read, ask questions, and really try my best to do well by them and it is not easy. 

My biggest difficulty is finding the line between my desire to be a minimalist in my involvement in their life and being a good animal husband. It’s not as easy as I thought. 

There are many philosophies that people have when it comes to bee keeping, and many make sense and work for people successfully to both the bees and the keepers benefit. 

Me, I need to find mine.  A hybrid of all the information and philosophies that work for me and my bees. 

One lesson for me is that just because people have used something for hundreds of years successfully doesn’t mean it’s right for me and my bees. 

What am I talking about you ask?

Hives. The home of the bees and a topic for another blog. 

The harvest…

What does the word harvest mean?  More importantly, what does it mean to you?

Much depends on your world view, is it a horizontal or vertical world view?

On July 1st, we harvested 41 meat chickens.  I had gone to a farm to help and learn before we even thought to bring meat birds on the farm.  I wanted to know if I could do this and how it would impact me.

After the first go round of about 200, it was OK and we purchased our 40. We were given 41.


From a horizontal world view, for me it means bringing in the food.  I think mostly fruits and veggies, but the term is used also for animals now.  I’m not sure when it came about from words like butcher or process,  but they all really mean the same thing, harvest just sounds better.

From the world view perspective, the term breaks down even further, from animal rights advocates, to commercial processing plants.  I believe in animal rights to an extent. I believe if we bring them onto our property, we are responsible for their care from start to the end of their life. To make sure they are treated well, healthy, fed and watered well.  That they live in an area that is kept well.


When we shift our gaze vertically, this is where things begin to shift from many of the horizontal perspectives.  In Genesis 1: 26-28, we have been given charge over the earth. If you check the originally meaning, words like dominate, subdue, prevail against, and the like are root meanings.  This is where 1 Corinthians 13 comes into our life.  For if we act and have not love, it really means nothing. Looking further in 1 John 2, it breaks things down further into if we love horizontally or vertically.  We are not to love this world nor the things in this world; this what it means to have a horizontal love, love of the world. 


Unto the glory of God our Father, we harvest. We offer thanksgiving, for all good things come from Him. In Him comes a bounty. It doesn’t always look like we may want or think we need, He is Jehovah Jireh regardless.  This name is used only once in Genesis 22, but its placement is at the time the Lord provided the replacement for Issac who Abraham was to sacrifice.  The Lord provided the ram. God’s timing was perfect.

Our Lord provides. So in the workings of His provisions, even when there may seem to be a lack; we love, we give thanks, we share that which we have been provided, for the harvest is meant to bring glory to God and us joy.

So, we harvested our meat birds. It went very well. But that is not all we did. We started the beginning of a community. A knitting of a fabric of relationships that compliment each other, strengthen each other, and where we love one another.

We hope, we pray, this is a community that grows, not just in number, but in love for God, Jesus, and His plans and purposes for all that He provides.

All working towards the day the Lord of the harvest comes for His Church.

Life and the birds and the bees…literally…

Life this year has surely been and ebb and flow.  It’s been filled with some wonderful realizations, but has surely had it’s share of deep valley experiences.

As a family, we’ve had two deaths of dear family members. My step father, who I knew longer than my naturally born father, and my beautiful brides grams. Both lived a wonderful godly life, and they are now home.

We also have suffered the death of a dear dear friend, Luke. His going home still brings tears to my eyes.  His was a friendship that transcended life. I’ve only met one other person able to do that, whom of which I am given to in marriage, my beloved bride.

This has been quite a year also on Shiloh’s Farm.  We have taken on more critters and lost a few, 4 to be exact, over the last about 10 months, and all chickens.

We gained two goats; Lucy a Nigerian Dwarf and her daughter, Loretta, a Nigerian mix. We bought 6 baby chickens and two baby Indian Runner ducks. One chick didn’t make it, but the rest are thriving!  One chicken died from Wry Neck, one from getting stuck under a roost, one had a neurological disease and drowned in the water bucket, and one…I’m not so sure.  My best guess is she was either egg bound or broke her neck some how.  That one is a mystery.

We also rescued 5 hens.  Curly, our khaki duck, we had to re-home as he was not playing nicely with others.  He is now with his own flock on the eastern shore.  I hope he has found happiness.

We’ve also added what is called a nuc of bees. This is a hive that’s already established and ready to be installed in their new home. There are five frames of bees and you take those frames and put them in your own box, what is called a brood box.  After almost 6 weeks, they are now filling a second brood box.  We are about 1 week behind schedule, but they are doing very well and have grown in population to over twice what I received.

If that isn’t enough, we have found a church friend who is interested in raising meat chickens, called broilers, or roasters. The name is size depended.  If they are 5 pounds or smaller they are broilers, over 5 pounds they are called roasters.  We have roasters, 41 to be exact.  We’ve lost none. 

Tomorrow is harvest day for them.

So, from birds to bees, and life, it is full on here at Shiloh’s Farm.

Lessons learned:

  1. Do not take friends and friendships for granted. If you love, love well and ensure those you love know you love them. Romans 16:16 tells us to greet each other with a holy kiss.  How loving and intimate when done out of a pure heart. Pureness of heart, something we need in today’s society. So much of our society is Judas and betrays others with a kiss. So love and love well.
  2. God’s creation is fantastic and such a mystery. Animals are animals, but they are a gift from God to be enjoyed on many different levels.  Whether it is provided as just enjoyment as pets, providing eggs for food, honey for food and medical purposes, or true farm to table. We should not take our food for granted, but be thankful for it and care for the animals who provide us our food well.
  3. Animals are deeper in their understanding than we give them credit for. I’m speaking more towards my bees, but applies for sure to the other animals.  Bees will follow their care taker, this I just learned. They don’t follow aggressively, but follow the person who cares for them.

There are three kinds of love; Eros, Agape and Philos. It would do us well to learn them well, as 1 Corinthians 13:13 tells us the greatest is love, out of faith, hope, and love.

So live and live well, but love and love well.

The ebb and flow of time…

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I like to think I’m maturing in the Lord. Some of you may very well beg to differ. I say this, however, as despite the ebb and flow of life, I’m learning that it’s all about timing. That life runs in seasons; some longer, some shorter, some sweeter, and some not so much.

What I want and when I want it, or how I expect things to work out, is typically not the way the Lord sees it happening. I’m learning this is OK. It’s not always easy, but it is OK.

You know where this process started? Red lights.

There was a time when I would literally hit every single red light. Every one. This grew so old so very quick. But in the still of my frustration, there was this small voice and He said this: “Do you know what I’m keeping you from?”

In the smallness of my mind I went to traffic accidents and all the calamity that can happen out in our streets, but that is not really what He meant.

“Do you know what I’m keeping you from?”

He was keeping me from the world. The hustle, the bustle, the distraction, the filling of my schedule so much so there would have been no thought of Him and no room for Him.

For He alone is worthy to be praised. Nothing in and of this world is so deserving of my time and attention. If my time and attention is in and of the world, then it is for and by Jesus and His Holy Spirit that I work, and not of my own accord.

The perception of my heart is wicked and misleading. It is at odds with my spirit, which works with His, so that it is His hands and feet and not mine.

For a time such is this.

I love You and Your faithfulness.  Thank you Jesus.


So in the period of less than 7 days my family has lost two precious people.  Why do we use the word lost.  We know where they are, living out what the Scriptures promise us for those who believe in Jesus.

My bride’s Gram was 90 years old. What a woman. She admits to having a good life and was happy right to the end of her days.  She is a woman who knew how to love people. She was infectious this way. Always had a smile, always welcomed, and always gave. Her work ethic is like one I’ve not seen before.

She and her husband, who everyone calls Papa, raised a wonderful family who live their lives the same way.  Though this ethic is seen in all her children, I see it in the women I am most familiar with, Carol, Gram’s daughter, and Carol’s daughter, Christy Joy, my bride. This ethic is so infectious, I believe it most definitely part of their DNA.

The legacy continues.

My step dad, Howard, was 95. What a man. This is a man who lived his life to serve God and people. He was a Levite, in that his title was Minister of Music. He was in charge of all the choirs. Not just voice, but bells also. He would take groups of people and travel the world, spreading the joy of music and God, as well as bringing a cultural experience to those who were a part. That is just the part of him I knew and benefited from. My understanding is that he was the same way before I met him.

My dad died when I was 14. This drove my mom and I to church, where we both met Howard.

Just how great is our God, that He would help me to build a relationship with this wonderful man for a couple years, before he and my mom would marry.

The widower meets the widow, and life grows anew.

Only God.

I remember the morning my mom asked me what I thought if she were to marry Howard. I was so happy for her and Howard. It was perfect.

I look at death much differently now, as I learn what it means to walk by faith and not by sight. It helps all the more to know my Grams and Howard, my second earthly father, knew Jesus, because I know there is no more pain, no more sorrow, and they are healed completely and made new in the presence of Jesus.

Yes I feel the loss, I feel the pain, but joy comes in the morning as we celebrate life on this side of heaven and raise a beautiful daughter, Carol Sue. It will be the influence of these two beautiful people that will help us do this.

Their life has not ended, but has started a new season. There memory and influence will continue on.

I praise and thank God for their life and love.


Devotions, dishes, and diapers…

It’s how we roll on the farm and they all do with cleaning. 

There is no better way to start the day than by prayer and devotions and they all go to Jesus. Starting the day by being cleansed by Him and His Holy Spirit helps to start the day right. 

Dishes and diapers came even before barn chores this morning. A small kitchen with limited space and only a certain number of cloth diapers helps to prioritize the chore list. 

Kind of like Matthew 23:26 where Jesus talks about cleaning the inside of the cup. 

Start inward and work outward. 


Have you ever looked up a definition of a word and they use a version of the word to define itself?

So it is with the word adoption. Truth be told it bothers me when they do that.

The fun starts, however, when we look at the origin of the word, which for adoption, is Latin.

Ad-optio = Ad means to and optio means choose, so adoption means to choose.

Just under half of our animals on the farm are rescues, adopted. Some come from our family farm in Michigan, and one pure breed was purchased because we wanted a guarantee what we were getting. The one we have purchased has proven to be the most challenging.

Those we’ve been given or have adopted have been great. All of our animals are part of the Shiloh family.

In the New International Version of the Bible, adoption is found five times. Each time it uses the word adoption in this phrase: “adoption to sonship.”

The animals we have adopted and rescued are constant reminders of who we are in Christ and through Christ; we are adopted sons and daughters of the Creator of the universe, God.

In the hustle and bustle of this busy world we need all the reminders we can get, as everything pulls and tugs at us and distracts us from who we really are, and remembering always that we are but aliens in a hostile world.

The pure breed animal we purchased that has been a pain? So have we been purchased by Christ, in fact Scripture tells us we are not our own:

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (NIV)

19 Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;20 you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.

How tightly we like to hang on to things, including ourselves, when in fact we belong as co-heirs to our Father in heaven.

Matthew chapter 6 tells us to store up treasures in heaven and not on earth. It would probably do us good to understand what treasures in heaven mean.