The Sower
Matt 13: 3 Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. 4 As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up.
Like the sower,
you scatter the seed over the field.
The seed is the gospel, the truth.
The field is my condition
my state of hearing and receiving.
Sometimes I am at the edge of the path,
the seed is wasted on me,
the birds come and eat it up.
I cannot hear, I am too pre-occupied to receive.
Sometimes I am amongst patches of rock
on the dry ground
where there is only a surface
and no depth
the cool water washes over me,
leaving me exposed to the sun.
Sometimes your word takes such root in me,
there is joy and enthusiasm and depth,
Then the thorns gather around me
and I am choked by cheap desires
for so many other things,
cares and worries, and a desire for wealth.
But there are times, yes, there are times
when the seed is enclosed in fertile soil,
when you are at the heart of things,
when growth is steady,
when I listen, and hear and act.
Like good wine coming to maturity.
And the goodness of the gospel
touches me, my family, my friends
and my little world.
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