Feel seedy

Often, in cartoons, we humans are pictured as persons with an angel

sitting on one shoulder and a demon (with pitchfork) on the other.

Either the angel or the demon manages to influence our decision on an

issue. Would that it were that simple. One of the parables seems to me

to give a much more difficult view of the human condition.

“The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in

his field; but while men were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds

among the wheat, and went away. So when the plants came up and bore

grain, then the weeds appeared also.

And the servants of the householder came and said to him, ‘sir, did you

not sow good seed in your field? How then, has it weeds?’ He replied,

‘An enemy has done this.’ The servants said to him, ‘Then do you want

us to go and gather them?’ But he said,’ No, lest in gathering the

weeds, you root up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together

Until the harvest; and at the harvest time I will tell the reapers,

Gather the weeds first and bind them into bundles to be burned, but

gather the wheat into my barn.'”

There is a mystery here. Why let the weeds grow along with the good

stuff? What sort of gardener/farmer is this man when he tells the

servants that he permits the weeds to stay? (There is a particular weed

in the Middle East that grows and looks, for all intents and purposes,

like wheat -that’s cunning!). If you and I ran a wheat farm, we’d be out

there bumping the weeds straight away with some aerial sprayed selective

chemical.

The core of the mystery is the “leave the weeds alone until later”. It

is puzzling, unless I see myself as the place where the seeds are sown.

Then I see the deep insight into my own persona that this parable offers

me. That actually inside me, (not sitting occasionally on my shoulder)

two things have an opportunity to grow. And depending how far I want to

take the image of the parable, I, as the field, can feed one, the other,

or both. That the incredible wrench of taking out one thing of two

(unsatisfactory though it may be) could actually cripple any real

possibility of growth.

And like a lot of the parables, there is an end game. This is about the

kingdom of heaven. God’s place. There is a harvest at God’s place. At

that time, my field is gathered up. What happens?

The problematic wrestling inside me which I have lived with all my life,

is dealt with as, in what is now the appropriate time, the evil things

are bundled up, taken away and eliminated once and for all. The harvest

of the good seed is taken into the presence of the householder with

great happiness and celebration. Then the way in which we encourage

either seed within us will then be evident for all to see.



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