Well maybe not the seed but the fruit of the promise. Abraham brought the promise of redemption and the promise was made to his seed which would be as numerous as the sand grains on the beach. Now mixed in with the original seed were the weeds of Babylon, the papyrus of Egypt, the thistles of Greece, the stones of Rome and even the corn of America. But what I am looking for is the fruit of the spirit. So I was instructed not to burn anything until the harvest time lest the harvest be lost with the chaff. So here I am and the harvest is ripe. I don't really need helpers but it is nice to have any kind of help. This is how it goes, I speak and then those who can believe move over to the threshing floor. Those who cannot just stay in the field which will be left fallow for one thousand years that it may have a sabbatical millennium.