Genesis 5:19-4; Psalm 119:105-112 (or Isaiah 55:10-13; Psalm 65(1-8), 9-14); Romans 8:1-11; Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
“Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.” – William Longgood
Jesus is never more down to earth than in his farming parables. The earth and its productive possibilities are a rich comparison to humans who walk this earth. In Jesus’ story seeds fall along the path, on rocky ground, among thorns, and some on good soil, and sprout accordingly or not. The second part of this Gospel explains that the seeds are the life of God and we are the soil. Of course, as any gardener knows, planting the seeds is just the beginning. Tending needs be done. If we are the soil then the garden of our lives needs to be tended. In some way we do this alone, perhaps in early morning prayer while the night due still clings to our inner selves. However, essentially it is a community effort as indicated by the William Longgood quote above. The gardening effort of our lives involves sun, sweet vapors, dew, birds and bees. They are all there to help us, and we in turn are sweet vapors and bees for others. We also know that sometimes in life, as the expression has it, “shit happens.” Yet perchance from time to time manure is good for a garden. Just don’t leave it in clumps where it can clog our hearts from the flow of grace.
Nothing too exciting in the Greek this week. Just a small point: In Matthew 13:4 the seeds fall, literally from the Greek, “alongside” the path, not “on” the path as some translations have it.
Morning dew glistens.
Bees my soul here and there sort.
A good soil lifelong.