When they built it, they first stripped all of the good soil off of the land and sold it. What was left was hardpan clay. It took me years to get it in shape. The last place where I lived had great soil - the fellow who built there had truck loads of loam trucked in, because his wife was a gardener. You could sink your arm right in to the soil, up to your elbow.
Some folks thank that all it takes to garden is to break a hold in the ground and put in a plant.
They belong to a society that believes in better living through chemistry, and in instant gratification. That's the American Way. We are just rediscovering the wisdom of patience and knowledge - that it takes a long time to build good soil, and a short time to destroy it. He can work even rocky ground into a fine tilth, given time and opportunity. Then know that His seed does fall everywhere - even in unexpected places, if you will receive it.