Milking a cow is not something that I have ever done because my visits to the countryside were brief and sporadic, often just a drive through. I do recall one lonely male cow who lived in a pasture up the hill near my house. He didn’t seem to do anything menacing, but he convinced me that I never should go near a cow.
For those who have milked cows, the common procedure is to push up against the udder, squeeze with two or three fingers, and pull down, forcing the milk to squirt into a container. Sometimes when you wish to get something from someone, you have to reenact the same three-part procedure as you do when milking cows—push, squeeze, pull. So says the Lord God Almighty.
My reaction to this revelation from God is to ask, “Why didn’t you teach me to milk cows.” It seems that a lot of pulling and squeezing should have been happening during the past ten years. Instead, we sought to prove things to individuals who realistically should have been on the front lines fighting the waging battle. Today, many of them have either lost the battle, or have otherwise succumbed.
I hope that for those who remain, we no longer will need to push and squeeze. I hope that enough has happened to make the kingdom real. I hope they know and see the battle, and are convinced that their only option is to join the front lines. God has guaranteed the victory, as long as we follow his battle plan.