The Old Homeplace
Delivered By
From Pastor David
Delivered On
August 30, 2020
The Old Home Place

After my Grandmother passed away, Daddy inherited what we called, “The Old Homeplace.” The house was built by my grandfather in 1902. It was a big, old house that had never seen a paint brush and was covered with a tin roof. As Daddy was preparing for retirement, there were several things we had to do to get the old house ready to live in again. We began renovations and also found that the old well needed some attention. It was situated twelve feet from the corner of the house and was thirty-six inches in diameter and 64 feet deep. I remember standing by the well many times with a small rock, dropping it and waiting for the “ker-plush” sound when it hit the water. Looking into the well it seemed so deep and the water at the bottom always showed signs of movement because of the stream that was constantly flowing. It always fascinated me.

Another interesting fact was my grandfather and some helpers hand dug the well in the late 1890’s. They dug it with picks, shovels, hammers, and chisels so they could have fresh water. Talking about amazing!

Through the seventy plus years, lots of rainwater, and red clay of the area, had seeped into the well through a small opening at ground level. To prepare for it’s use again, the walls of the well needed to be scrubbed and the bottom need-ed to be cleaned out. Now, for those of you who did not know my daddy, he was known as “He Fix It.” He was always cost conscious and could figure many ways to save. As he conferred with his brother and the rest of us, the decision was made to use a strong pump and pump the well as dry as possible. As this was taking place a large windless was made with a long handle and positioned above the well opening. Then the big question, “Who would be the lucky one to be lowered into the well and clean it???” There are times when being the youngest and smallest IS NOT an advantage. Guess who was nominated and elected?

I am not sure how to describe what was about to occur, but I do remember “scared” was only one of many feelings. After much assurance and despite my brother’s smirks, I sat on the narrow board for a seat, scrub brush in one hand and garden pipe in the other and was lowered into the well. It was not bad at the start but the lower I went the smaller the opening became. After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the bottom and it was time to stand up and scrape out the mud and all those little rocks I dropped in through the years. I scooped the stuff and put it in the bucket, they hoisted it out and lowered it back down. It was mucky, cold and I was extremely uneasy standing in the bottom. For a kid with an overactive mind, the unknowns raced in my mind. Snakes? Spiders? I think you get the picture. Looking up, the open-ing seemed miles away and about the size of a dime. It was not the most delightful place to be! After all the work was completed, yes, they hoisted me up, and I was able to stand on firm ground again. Now why do I tell you this story?

It does not take a rocket scientist to realize that we live in some very strange and uneasy times. Consider this passage from Psalm 40:1-2: “I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. 2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”

Reading the words of King David in this Psalm should give us all hope and encouragement. If David had such mo-ments of despair, then we must know that our feelings of being trapped in a pit of miry clay are not unknown to our Lord. Jesus knew how David felt, and He knows how we feel. The Lord hears our cries, the Lord inclines His ear to listen to us, and He will not only lift us up, but will lead us out. The key is to trust Him to do so. We must believe that the Lord is going to rescue us because we cannot do it in our own strength. Trying to climb our way out of the darkness is exhausting and depressing. And sometimes it is in that darkest moment, when we sense a hand reaching down, pick-ing us up and setting our feet back on the rock. We did not need to try; we just needed to surrender our fears to the Lord.

Where are we today? Are we in the “horrible pit” or “upon a rock”? Regardless of the place we find ourselves, we need to always know that the Lord is right there with us. He is the only way out of the pit, and He is the only one Who can establish our steps in the right direction.

My friends, let’s pray today that we can trust Jesus with all our hearts, souls, minds and strength for all our needs, and that in trusting Him, we can wait patiently for His perfect timing to set us upon the solid rock.

My time in the old well reminds me of how we must trust, because I could not get out of the well on my own. I had to trust others. How much greater can we trust our wonderful Lord Jesus Christ to pull us out of the pits in which we find ourselves?

May we accept God’s awesome grace and peace that surrounds us each and every day, Pastor David.