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Sunday July 12 – Seventh Sunday after Pentecost/ Lectionary 15
Isaiah 55:10-13
Psalm 65:[1-8] 9-13
Romans 8:1-11
Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23

Never Underestimate the Seed

One of my favorite things about this time of year is that Jesus starts talking about gardens, fields, seeds, and soil.

After spending much of my ministry serving rural congregations, I learned that farmers and gardeners have a way of looking at the world that teaches patience. You can’t hurry a seed. You can’t demand rain. You can’t pull on a young plant to make it grow faster.

Growth takes time.

Perhaps that’s why Jesus so often spoke about the kingdom of God through stories of planting.

The Parable of the Sower is one of the best-known stories in the Gospels. Most of us remember the four kinds of soil.

Some seed falls on the hard path.

Some lands among rocks.

Some is choked by weeds.

Some falls into rich soil and produces an abundant harvest.

For years, I assumed the point of the parable was simple:

“What kind of soil am I?”

It’s a worthwhile question.

There are certainly seasons when my heart has felt hard. Times when disappointment or grief made it difficult to hear God’s promises. There have been moments when faith sprang up quickly, only to struggle when life became difficult. And there have been plenty of seasons when worry, busyness, and endless distractions crowded out the quiet work God was trying to do in me.

Maybe you’ve experienced that too.

But the older I get, the more another question captures my attention.

What kind of farmer throws seed around like this?

No experienced farmer would scatter valuable seed on a footpath or among thorn bushes.

It’s wasteful.

Inefficient.

Almost reckless.

Yet that’s exactly what Jesus describes.

The sower doesn’t stop to test the soil first.

The seed is scattered everywhere.

Perhaps that’s the point.

God’s grace has never been reserved for people who already have everything together.

God doesn’t wait until our hearts are perfectly prepared before speaking words of hope.

God keeps planting.

Even in hearts that seem closed.

Even in people who have wandered away.

Even in lives tangled with fear, addiction, regret, grief, doubt, or disappointment.

The seed keeps coming.

I’ve seen that happen more times than I can count.

Years ago, while working in addiction recovery, I met people who had every reason to believe their lives were beyond repair. Yet somewhere along the way, a tiny seed of hope took root. Sometimes it came through Scripture. Sometimes through another person’s kindness. Sometimes through someone who simply refused to give up on them.

I’ve seen the same thing in congregations.

People who hadn’t entered a church for decades.

People who insisted they didn’t believe anymore.

People who thought they had nothing left to offer after retirement.

People carrying grief so heavy they weren’t sure they could pray.

And then, almost unexpectedly, something began to grow.

A conversation.

A hymn.

A Bible verse remembered from childhood.

A simple invitation.

A quiet assurance that they were still loved by God.

Never underestimate a seed.

One of the gifts of growing older is realizing that our hearts don’t stay the same forever.

The hard path can soften.

Rocky ground can deepen.

Thorns can be cleared away.

Good soil doesn’t happen because we’ve become perfect. It happens because God patiently keeps working the ground, season after season.

Perhaps that’s why this parable gives me hope.

The story isn’t ultimately about how successful we are at believing.

It’s about a God who refuses to stop sowing grace.

Every day God scatters forgiveness.

Every day God plants mercy.

Every day God speaks words of hope into weary hearts.

Not because we’ve earned it.

Not because we’re finally “good soil.”

But because that’s simply who God is.

So if you’re feeling spiritually dry today…

If your faith feels buried beneath worry…

If life has left your heart feeling more like hard-packed ground than a flourishing garden…

Don’t assume the story is over.

The Divine Sower is still walking through the field.

And the next seed of grace may be the one that changes everything.