Our paragraph topic is: (Parable of the sower) Part 1.
We begin a new Chapter of the gospel as told by St Matthew. Christ has instructed the people in their heavenly family ties. He took the opportunity to show the crowd that we are all one family, those who do the will of God. It does not matter that we are naturally brothers or sisters or mothers or fathers. In God's family we are all one, we are all brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers because we do God's will here on earth.
Christ retired after giving this lesson and went to the beach. He sat on the shore watching the waves come and go until the crowds surrounded him and there was no room or place for peace and contemplation. St Matthew tells us that Christ got into a boat and began to preach. He did something different this time. Instead of instructing the people directly he taught in parables. He told stories. He gave instructions in messages that the crowd enjoyed but did not understand. He spoke in parables.
Most everyone has heard about the parable of the sower. Christ tells it this way, "Behold, the sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell by the wayside, and the birds came and ate them up. And other seeds fell upon rocky ground, where they had not much earth; and they sprang up at once, because they had no depth of earth; but when the sun rose they were scorched, and because they withered away. They had no root."
When I first read this parable I did not understand it. It was just a story for me that had no meaning. Even the explanation that is given, explaining about the evil one snatching away what was given, did not make much sense. It was not until the spirit moved me and opened my eyes that I was able to see and understand how I was the one sown on rocky ground. It hit me like a ton of bricks that my life could have been different, would have changed had I had roots to anchor me in my spiritual life.
I recall my high school years in the early sixties, 1961. We had just moved from the downtown area, to a new subdivision of single family homes. This was a step up for our family because we lived in rental property before and now we had a home to call our own. This also meant new friends, new school, new church, and new environment. There was no public school nearby to attend. Private school was the only nearby school. I am 13 going on 14 attending high school.
I tell this to give some background into my roots. The private school is Catholic and we had just come from a Baptist background. So everything was new to me. The entire Catholic experience was new and exciting. Service was in Latin and it was inspiring to me to be a part of this new life. I sought to learn all that I could about it and studied much. The school was Catholic also and most of the students came from the Catholic elementary school. I worked hard to fit in. It was the need to be accepted that drove me and it was the new Catholic experience that inspired me.
I became so involved in the church that I expressed interest in becoming a priest. This stirred great excitement in the church and in the school. The word, the seed, was planted within me but it had no root. My intentions were expressed in my sophomore year, but by my senior year that seed had withered and my interest died. I look back and think how different my life may have been had I had roots to carry me through to priesthood. The support was not there, not at home nor in the school. Sure I was moved up and my studies accelerated but I was left in the student body, subject to the whims and taunts of my fellow students.
Trying to fit in had a tremendous impact on the forthcoming change of mind. There was no one to relate to. The priest were available. The nuns were encouraging. But there was no roots to sustain the new life that was trying to take hold. I look back and think that if I were taken out of the student body and placed in another school especially designed for those of my age who expressed intent for the priesthood, maybe my roots would have grown. If I were given special nurturing, maybe my roots would have spread. If I were set aside and taken out of the rocky ground, I would have had a chance to blossom to yield fruit at an earlier age. When the spirit opened my eyes, the thoughts of these experiences flooded me with emotions that brought forth tears. I had no roots and they did not grow, and when the sun came, I withered and died.
Today my roots are in Christ, solidly planted in his words, and the Holy Spirit guides me. Roots are essential to new life. Christ is our earth. He is our soil. He is our nourishment that allows our roots to grow and flourish. Do you have roots in Christ? Are you sure of your nourishment? What soil are you grown in? The evil one awaits, to snatch away your seed.
We begin a new Chapter of the gospel as told by St Matthew. Christ has instructed the people in their heavenly family ties. He took the opportunity to show the crowd that we are all one family, those who do the will of God. It does not matter that we are naturally brothers or sisters or mothers or fathers. In God's family we are all one, we are all brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers because we do God's will here on earth.
Christ retired after giving this lesson and went to the beach. He sat on the shore watching the waves come and go until the crowds surrounded him and there was no room or place for peace and contemplation. St Matthew tells us that Christ got into a boat and began to preach. He did something different this time. Instead of instructing the people directly he taught in parables. He told stories. He gave instructions in messages that the crowd enjoyed but did not understand. He spoke in parables.
Most everyone has heard about the parable of the sower. Christ tells it this way, "Behold, the sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell by the wayside, and the birds came and ate them up. And other seeds fell upon rocky ground, where they had not much earth; and they sprang up at once, because they had no depth of earth; but when the sun rose they were scorched, and because they withered away. They had no root."
When I first read this parable I did not understand it. It was just a story for me that had no meaning. Even the explanation that is given, explaining about the evil one snatching away what was given, did not make much sense. It was not until the spirit moved me and opened my eyes that I was able to see and understand how I was the one sown on rocky ground. It hit me like a ton of bricks that my life could have been different, would have changed had I had roots to anchor me in my spiritual life.
I recall my high school years in the early sixties, 1961. We had just moved from the downtown area, to a new subdivision of single family homes. This was a step up for our family because we lived in rental property before and now we had a home to call our own. This also meant new friends, new school, new church, and new environment. There was no public school nearby to attend. Private school was the only nearby school. I am 13 going on 14 attending high school.
I tell this to give some background into my roots. The private school is Catholic and we had just come from a Baptist background. So everything was new to me. The entire Catholic experience was new and exciting. Service was in Latin and it was inspiring to me to be a part of this new life. I sought to learn all that I could about it and studied much. The school was Catholic also and most of the students came from the Catholic elementary school. I worked hard to fit in. It was the need to be accepted that drove me and it was the new Catholic experience that inspired me.
I became so involved in the church that I expressed interest in becoming a priest. This stirred great excitement in the church and in the school. The word, the seed, was planted within me but it had no root. My intentions were expressed in my sophomore year, but by my senior year that seed had withered and my interest died. I look back and think how different my life may have been had I had roots to carry me through to priesthood. The support was not there, not at home nor in the school. Sure I was moved up and my studies accelerated but I was left in the student body, subject to the whims and taunts of my fellow students.
Trying to fit in had a tremendous impact on the forthcoming change of mind. There was no one to relate to. The priest were available. The nuns were encouraging. But there was no roots to sustain the new life that was trying to take hold. I look back and think that if I were taken out of the student body and placed in another school especially designed for those of my age who expressed intent for the priesthood, maybe my roots would have grown. If I were given special nurturing, maybe my roots would have spread. If I were set aside and taken out of the rocky ground, I would have had a chance to blossom to yield fruit at an earlier age. When the spirit opened my eyes, the thoughts of these experiences flooded me with emotions that brought forth tears. I had no roots and they did not grow, and when the sun came, I withered and died.
Today my roots are in Christ, solidly planted in his words, and the Holy Spirit guides me. Roots are essential to new life. Christ is our earth. He is our soil. He is our nourishment that allows our roots to grow and flourish. Do you have roots in Christ? Are you sure of your nourishment? What soil are you grown in? The evil one awaits, to snatch away your seed.
