On Ann’s Husband—A Revolutionary Indeed

written by Seth Haines:

While we were sharing the meal with Ann, Barry poured out good stories about a piece of Arkansas farm land that is being cultivated for those who are less fortunate. He told her that the farm would produce ten-thousand pounds of produce that would be donated to local shelters, the ones for the homeless and battered women. He told her of the Cobblestone Project and its founders. He was an apologist for the marginalized, and he was ultimately believable. His passion was unrelenting, and I think he could have told the story as long as he could have ridden a tractor—from dusk until dawn.

And Ann, with all the grace and sincerity that a woman can ever hope to attain, said “this place is where the Revolutionaries live.” To some degree, she is right.

After dinner, Barry and his wife left, and the rest of us sat in the living room in the rock house. Mark, Holley, Amber, and I listened as Ann told us about the good things in Canada. She weaved magic into the spring and summer, the months when her husband and the farming community do outside-work from dark to dark. She told us of the three family meals, and the thanks and scripture readings that her husband coupled with each. She talked about organic, on-the-spot prayers offered by him when waking hours threaten to fall into chaos. She wove magic and grace into nightly rituals that shunned pretext, moving straight into the heart of God. She glowed as she told of his taking care of the animals, his husbandry. He had given her reason to love well, and she wore it as tangibly as any other garment of praise.

She spoke of him, a man after God’s own heart. Then, she left the rock house with a prayer of grace and peace.

I lay that night, sleeplessly in bed, remembering Ann’s comments about the revolutionaries. I thought of her husband, how his life affects hers, pours from her pen. And then I thought it—maybe he is the revolutionary, the one that asks me to follow his quiet example in leading my family in organic faith.

I think I can learn from him, what little I know.  Maybe one day, when the rooftops blaze with the fires of the coming new earth, maybe our families—Barry’s, Mark’s, his, and mine—can stand side-by-side. We can raise our hands and shout “viva la revolucion,” knowing that our hearts were made ready by our living and loving well.

And our arms will waive like burning branches in the new wind.

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Reply March 9, 2010

I feel a bit speechless. Thank you. I think my husband will be there with you. He weaves a banner of love over me. I've never been the same.

Kristen@Moms Sharpening Moms
Reply March 9, 2010

Sounds like Amber has herself a man after God's own heart, too!
Fabulous post!

Reply March 9, 2010

Kristen, he is a man after God's heart. I love the picture he writes here at the end

- that there will be new wind, and we'll stand in it in praise.

I love you, Seth.

Reply March 9, 2010

I just meandered over here from holyexperience and was blessed by what I read. Good men are hard to find but in God's grace they pop up everywhere... and grow strong. I love the last few lines.
Thanks for sharing.

Reply March 9, 2010

Seth & Amber,

I believe that living that "organic faith" produces a level of love far beyond our human understanding. I truly feel that we spiritually re-produce a tiny sliver of that agape love that only Jesus brings. The love that my husband and I share goes beyond sexual, emotional, and physical love. It's a complete love. An unfiltered love. . .a peaceful love. I see Jesus in my husband as he fathers our children, as he leads our household, as he partners with me in our life together!

Oh what a blessed life we lead when we focus on the One that IS the purest, most organic faith of all!

Reply March 10, 2010

i like stories about the End. it's inevitable, you know. so we might as well embrace it before it even gets here. good pictures here of how we can tangibly do that.

this is good. makes a brother shake his cranial etch-a-sketch clean over morning coffee and start all over.

    Reply March 10, 2010


    I was hoping you'd stop in here. I was hoping you'd share a couple of cents on the end. I have been talking with a friend lately about the meaningless of escatalogical interpretive views. But, I do find inspiration in thinking about the new wind, about where we're ultimately headed. If that's an end-times narrative, I reckon there's relevance somewhere in it.

    Glad a gent spoke up. Any others out there?

A Simple Country Girl
Reply March 10, 2010

"He had given her reason to love well, and she wore it as tangibly as any other garment of praise."

Standing alone this statement is just as beautiful...because then it is read as a reflection of God as the "He." He gives us so many reasons to wear our hearts on our sleeves!

And the last 6 lines-wow. It sheds light on what is really everlasting--our salvation and unity with Christ as His family of believers.


Reply March 10, 2010

I trust you & Amber know this but...

you are truly the revolutionaries who stand in the field and call others to join you from the known and comfortable spaces of life. You are calling people to step outside those spaces where life dies slowly long before the heart stops beating.

Reply March 11, 2010

What I wouldn't give to sit Mary-like at Ann's feet and listen and learn. Thank you for a glimpse into what that might be like.


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