Colheita
A colheita é princípio bíblico universal: colhemos o que semeamos. Quem semeia na fé e obediência colherá bênçãos abundantes do Senhor.
Semear e colher
Quem semeia no Espírito, do Espírito colherá vida eterna. Não nos cansemos de fazer o bem — ao tempo certo colheremos.
because he who is sowing to his own flesh, of the flesh will reap corruption; and he who is sowing to the Spirit, of the Spirit will reap continuous life;
Do not be led astray: God is not mocked; for what a man may sow—that he will also reap,
and in doing good we should not be weary, for at the proper time we will reap—not desponding;
and may He who is supplying seed to the sower, and bread for food, supply and multiply your seed sown, and increase the fruits of your righteousness,
and the fruit of righteousness in peace is sown to those making peace.
and all discipline for the present, indeed, does not seem to be of joy, but of sorrow, yet afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those exercised through it.
Fidelidade na semeadura
Honra ao Senhor com as tuas primícias. O Senhor abrirá as janelas do céu e derramará bênção sem medida.
Honor YHWH from your substance, || And from the beginning of all your increase;
Bring in all the tithe to the treasure-house, || And there is food in My house; When you have tried Me, now, with this," said YHWH of Hosts, || "Do I not open the windows of the heavens to you? Indeed, I have emptied on you a blessing until there is no space.
If you walk in My statutes, and you keep My commands, and have done them, then I have given your rains in their season, and the land has given her produce, and the tree of the field gives its fruit;
Look to the birds of the sky, for they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into storehouses, and your heavenly Father nourishes them; are you not much better than they?
The vine has been dried up, || And the fig tree languishes, || Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, || All trees of the field have withered, || For joy has been dried up from the sons of men.
Though the fig tree does not flourish, || And there is no produce among vines, || The work of the olive has failed, || And fields have not yielded food, || The flock has been cut off from the fold, || And there is no herd in the stalls, Yet I, in YHWH I exult, || I am joyful in the God of my salvation.