Sunday Musings
Sunday Musings
Am I the ground and the seed? Is God the farmer?
Today is the last day of the Wild Goose Festival. Welcome to all of you who signed up for The Cottage this past week in North Carolina! Thank you for coming to hear me speak.
Because of my schedule in the last few days (five presentations and dozens of conversations and meetings), I asked a friend and sister-writer, Cathleen Falsani, to pinch-hit for me in today’s Sunday Musings. Cathleen is an award-winning journalist and author. She’s been with us before and treated us to a memorable piece on light and lighthouses. I highly recommend her beautiful newsletter, This Numinous World.
She jumped at the chance to write on this Sunday’s lectionary selection — the Parable of the Sower.
I’m glad she did. In today’s reflection, she takes us into the wonder of the parable — and ties into the theme of our July special series: Awakening.
I hope you’ll appreciate her insights as much as I do.
Matthew 13:1-9,18-23
Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the sea. Such great crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat there, while the whole crowd stood on the beach. And he told them many things in parables, saying: “Listen! A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell on the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and they sprang up quickly, since they had no depth of soil. But when the sun rose, they were scorched; and since they had no root, they withered away. Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. Let anyone with ears listen!”
“Hear then the parable of the sower. When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what is sown in the heart; this is what was sown on the path. As for what was sown on rocky ground, this is the one who hears the word and immediately receives it with joy; yet such a person has no root, but endures only for a while, and when trouble or persecution arises on account of the word, that person immediately falls away. As for what was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the lure of wealth choke the word, and it yields nothing. But as for what was sown on good soil, this is the one who hears the word and understands it, who indeed bears fruit and yields, in one case a hundredfold, in another sixty, and in another thirty.”
On the Parable of the Sower, by Cathleen Falsani
The “Parable of the Sower,” as the story from today’s Gospel reading is commonly known, always has confounded me.
From the time I first learned the parable about a farmer who sows seeds that meet different fates depending on the kind of soil they reach (or don’t), external conditions, and how the seeds are tended, I wasn’t sure what I was meant to understand.
In the Southern Baptist church of my adolescence, we were taught that the seed was God’s truth (i.e., scripture), that we were the soil, and that whether the planted seed flourished and produced fruit was somehow up to us and an indication of our spiritual health/God’s approval.
But in real life, isn’t the farmer the one responsible for how and where seeds are planted, tended, and harvested? If seeds are planted in rocky soil, choked by weeds, or carried away by birds (or stolen by “the devil”), doesn’t the fault lie with the farmer and not the seeds or the ground?
Throughout much of my life, each time the Parable of the Sower would appear in the ecclesiastical cycle, I’d find myself crankily listening with a furrowed brow. I didn’t understand. The not-knowing made me uncomfortable.
Am I the ground and the seed? Is God the farmer? If not, who is?
Part of the problem might lie in what’s not included in today’s reading — the bits in between Matthew 13:1–9 and verses 18–23 — where the disciples ask Jesus why he chooses to teach in parables.
Hey rabbi, why not just give them a list of clear commands, they seem to imply, or better yet, a manual with step-by-step instructions for how to live?
“You’ve been given insight into God’s kingdom,” Jesus begins his response in The Message para-translation of verse 11 and onward. “You know how it works. Not everybody has this gift, this insight; it hasn’t been given to them. Whenever someone has a ready heart for this, the insights and understandings flow freely. But if there is no readiness, any trace of receptivity soon disappears. That’s why I tell stories: to create readiness, to nudge the people toward a welcome awakening.”
Jesus says he uses stories because he doesn’t want a repeat of what the prophet Isaiah foretold:
Your ears are open, but you don’t hear a thing.
Your eyes are awake, but you don’t see a thing.
Biblical scholars (of which I am certainly not one) debate whether Jesus, in his parables, employed allegory — a literary device where characters and plot points reveal hidden moral or political meanings.
Whether allegorical or not, to my eyes and ears, Jesus’ stories contain wisdom and mysteries that continue to unfold over time and eternity, to and through our interactions with them.
It’s impossible to ensure with total certainty what the results of a literal planted seed will be, no matter how carefully it is tended and cultivated. Likewise, no one can predict the ultimate result of a seed planted in someone’s imagination.
I’m pretty sure Jesus knew this. Perhaps that was his point.
There is mystery, yes. And people have agency. We have the power and ability to choose what to do with what we have received, whether it’s information and talents, peak experiences or traumas.
The boundary-shattering science-fiction novelist Octavia E. Butler grew up Black and Baptist in the racially segregated Pasadena, California, of the 1950s, where the seeds of Bible stories and Jesus’ parables were planted in her young heart. While she eventually walked away from the Christianity of her youth, some of those same seeds grew into her 1993 novel The Parable of the Sower.
Butler’s Sower is set in a dystopian (but not by much) 2024, where the United States is on the brink of annihilation thanks to cataclysmic climate change, rampant social inequality, unfettered corporate greed, and inexorable political corruption. It also features a political candidate championed by far-right Christians, whose slogan is, “Help us make America great again.”
The heroine of Sower is Lauren Oya Olamina, a Black teenager and daughter of a Baptist minister who has a medical condition called “hyper-empathy” that makes her physically experience the suffering of others. Convinced that humanity will not survive much longer without radical change, Olamina develops her own belief system, where the only enduring truth is “God is Change.” It grows to becomes a religion of its own called Earthseed.
“[Butler] doesn’t say that religion is good or bad, but she says that we use it to try and articulate our role in life and in the universe,” theologian Tamisha Tyler told journalist Kimberly Winston in a fascinating ReligionUnplugged article about the rise in Butler’s popularity during the COVID era.
Butler’s Parable of the Sower became a bestseller in October 2020—nearly two decades after it was published and 14 years after the author’s untimely death in 2006 at the age of 58. She didn’t live to see the harvest, but when it finally came, it was as abundant as it was unexpected.
Butler’s Parable of the Sower has even been made into an opera that has reached audiences around the world. On March 7, 2020, the opera, which was adapted by mother-daughter musicians Bernice Johnson Reagon (one of the founders of Sweet Honey in the Rock) and Toshi Reagon, was performed at UCLA just days before COVID sent the world into an unprecedented lockdown.
I’ve lost all my fear and exchanged it for a clear vision
As we open our hearts and eyes to see
The whole world’s gone crazy
Except for you and me
Stories find their audiences and audiences find the stories.
May we each have ears to hear the stories we need most, embrace awakening as it comes, and remain open to the unfolding mystery.
INSPIRATION
Scandalous God, sowing weeds among the crop, raising bread with impure yeast, offering treasure beyond price, casting a net that catches good and bad: throw down our mean idols of purity and possession and let the Son of humanity show us your inclusive, provocative, wide-branching love.
— Steven Shakespeare
I bless the soil I walk on
I bless the richness of the life
I can neither see
nor understand.
I give thanks for the fruitfulness
of the earth.
I give thanks for the falling and rising of green things.
I greet the creatures, many legged, single celled,
that do the work of life-from-death.
May we protect and cherish this foundation.
May we nurture good soil.
May it be sheltered by plants,
free from rocks and thistles.
May we learn in humility what it needs.
— Andrea Skevington, “A Blessing for the Soil”
All these wonderful folks came to my talk this afternoon on Mary Magdalene at the Wild Goose Festival! A number of them are our friends here at The Cottage. It was great to see everyone in person.
A special shout out to 22-year old Em. It was great to meet you.
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Also, the recording didn’t work (AARRGH!). So, this year’s Mary Magdalene presentation was received by this lovely group alone. It was, indeed, special. Sorry for the technical glitch! (I guess you’ll just have to ask me to talk about Mary Magdalene again.)
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Diana, in the photo from Wild Goose, where are the people of color?
Your question about the farmer being responsible for the seed prompted the thought that 3/4 of the seed appears to be wasted and God knows this about me, yet He continues to sow. Seed scattered on the path may nourish another and that which grows wildly then fades produces seed of its own, cast to the wind for another time and place. Our task is to till more good soil.