He Sows Good Seed
July 31
2012
Memorial of Saint Ignatius of Loyola,
Priest
By Beth DeCristofaro
Let my eyes stream with
tears day and night, without rest, Over the great destruction which overwhelms the
virgin daughter of my people, over her incurable wound. (Jeremiah 14:17)
"He who sows good seed
is the Son of Man, the field is the world, the good seed the children of the Kingdom. The weeds are the children of the
Evil One, and the enemy who sows them is the Devil. The harvest is the end of
the age, and the harvesters are angels. (Matthew 13:37-39)
Piety
…we, your people and the
sheep of your pasture,
will give thanks to you forever;
through all generations we will declare your praise. (Psalm 79:13)
will give thanks to you forever;
through all generations we will declare your praise. (Psalm 79:13)
Study
The other
day I was visiting friends and got to spend some time with their
grandkids. The toddler is blissfully
active. The baby watches everything
calmly. I am personally pretty
optimistic and hopeful but can’t help having some qualms that innocence, such
as these two sweet children, will face pretty difficult hurdles in life.
Not in
the least is the fact that the reason for my visit to their home was the unexpected
death of their uncle. Numb sadness was
ironically juxtaposed with the bright laughter and potentiality of these
babies. They made us smile even while we
cried together for the loss which the family has incurred. Faith that God abides holds this family up in
the gale winds of grief.
God sows
good seed. And God seems to be grieved,
also, over evil faced by we whom God has created and whom God loves. Weeds of sin, accident, natural disasters, personal
and societal choices to turn from goodness and truth grieve us personally and
as Christians. And they grieve God. As Catholic Christians we have been promised
that weeds will not overcome the harvest.
As a community we can grow thick and strong despite weeds, holding each
other up in the light of God’s love which holds us all up.
Action
Our interior weeds
are ripe for us to whack – or pull from the roots. God’s love is fertilizer to transform weeds
into fruitful crops. Dig out a few weeds
and give God’s love room to grow deeper within so that you can offer that love
to others.
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