St. Paul’s United Church                                                                                 Sunday, June 30, 2005

 

The Growing Season – Rev. David Mundy

 

Isaiah 55:10-13                                                                                                         Matthew 13:1-9

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This is the growing season. By now just about everyone who planted seeds in the garden this year will have a fairly good idea of what germinated and what didn’t. There is that wonderful period of anticipation after planting,  whether it is starting seeds indoors when the weather outside is still frightful, or pushing them down into the earth on a late Spring day. Did we get the timing right? Will they emerge from the ground and take the shape we hope they will? When they do eventually push up out of the soil, we celebrate the little miracle of growth.

 

A few weeks ago there was an article in the New York Times newspaper which described a most impressive experiment in germination. Scientists in Israel have managed to bring to life a seed from a date palm which is two thousand years old.  This seed was found at Masada, a desert fortress in the wilderness of Judea. Carbon dating (no pun intended) narrows the origin of this seed to the time of Jesus, plus or minus a few years.  I have been to Masada several times and it is always hot and dry because it is well below sea level. On one occasion the temperature was edging up to forty-five degrees Celsius, in the nonexistent shade. That arid setting preserved the ancient seed and a highly sophisticated modern chemical process has allowed it to come to life after two millennia. The palm tree is a foot tall and has seven leaves, so it is now officially the oldest seed to be germinated. It’s appropriate that one of the psalms says

 

The righteous flourish like the palm tree . . .

In old age they still produce fruit;

they are always green and full of sap,

showing that the Lord is upright . . .

 

Whether it is the seeds we planted a month ago or a seed that is two thousand years old growth is a remarkable thing. There are many passages in scripture, both in what we call the Old Testament and the New Testament which use the imagery of growing seeds. We heard one from the book of Isaiah which speaks of  sprouting seeds and the sower.

 

Jesus appreciated this metaphor as well. He liked to tell stories which connected the listener with the day-to-day experience of his listeners and one of his best-known parables was about a man who went out to sow some seed, although it seems that the sower wasn’t very good at it.

 

It was fairly common in Jesus’ time to use what is called the broadcast method of planting. Seeds were spread by hand and an adept farmer made sure that most of them landed on the ground that had been prepared for planting. The farmer of Jesus’ parable is all over the place! He  managed to fling seeds onto a heavily travelled path and into the rocks surrounding the field and amidst the weeds which choked the young plants. The birds came as well, and gobbled up some of the seed. The way he planted appeared to be a waste and Jesus’ listeners would have known it. But many of the seeds grew just the same and they produce in abundance.

 

Does a two thousand-year-old story and a two- thousand- year old faith still have the potential for take root in our lives? The parable has certainly captured the imagination of preachers and artists. The painter Vincent Van Gogh did a number of paintings based on this biblical story because he felt that it represented our human longing for the infinite.

 

Even though this is a quieter time in the church year, a fallow time we might say, it is still the growing season for God’s people. It makes sense to speak about growth when we see it all around us.

 

I have seen the seeds of faith planted in many lives through the years in people of all ages who have sought me out to discuss their spiritual life. It might be a young adult who stopped going to church when they were in their teens but comes to the place where he or she wants to chat with someone about God. Just as often it is a person in mid life who may not be in crisis, but is searching for a deeper sense of Christian meaning or purpose. There have been a fair number of seniors as well, who may have had a fairly orderly understanding of church life but are working through what their faith means to them as they get older.

 

What I  have humbly come to realize over time is that I am not much good at predicting what the outcome of these conversations will be. Sometimes I sit with those who are filled with curiosity and enthusiasm and sincerity about the life of faith and I am convinced that the individuals are on the road to an exciting new phase of growth in Christ.  But life is busy and demanding and it doesn’t always turn out that way.

 

On the other side, there have been times when I was embarrassingly wrong about those I have judged as unlikely ground for the seeds of renewal and grace to take root and flourish. Last  weekend when so much media emphasis was placed on the global Live Eight concerts you may have missed the news about a significant gathering in Toronto. Tens of thousands  of members of Alcoholics Anonymous came to the city for a conference in which they reaffirmed the importance of accepting that there is a higher power and taking one day at a time on the road to recovery.

 

The conference helped me recall my work in a maximum security penitentiary while I was training for the ministry. I was young and naive and scared in what was a dark and depressing culture. Yet hopeful things happened there. Part of my work was with Twelve-Step groups and I saw, first-hand, how lives were changed, in no small part because the participants encountered God in a way that both helped them to see that they were loved when they were previously convinced of their “unloveliness” and as a call to a different way of life.   Even though it appeared that these seeds were planted in rocky ground,  they were bearing fruit. I have said many times that those few months in Kingston Penitentiary were life-changing for me because I experienced what God is able to do in our lives.

 

You see, we could easily place the emphasis on the obstacles mentioned in Jesus’ parable, but if we do we are probably missing the point. This isn’t primarily about the ominous possibility that our seeds of faith will whither and die, although when we read on there is also a warning.

 

It is about God’s choice to plant grace in our lives through Jesus Christ our friend and Saviour. While we can’t predict the outcome we can be open to the surprises God has in store for us, just as we don’t always know how the things we plant in our gardens will grow or what will spring up out of the earth. This year we planted a dozen or so tomato plants in our garden which flourished in the heat of June.  We carefully placed them in rows and supported them with wire cages and watered them in the dry spells.  We were a little surprised when other tomato plants began growing up between them and everywhere else in the garden, the legacy of the fallen tomatoes from last year’s plants. We continue to pull these upstarts as “weeds, ” although we left a couple of them, just to see the outcome, and they appear to be doing very well. In her book called Song of the Seed Sister Macrina Wiederkehr

 

The seeds sown in our lives are, in reality, seeds of our potential. They are sparks of the divine. They must take root in the earthiness of our lives and grow. It is essential for us to remember that the sower in our parable did not experience only obstacles. Some of the seed fell into good soil and yielded fruit a hundredfold.

 

This Benedictine nun goes on offer her mantra, her repeated prayer:

I am the land of God.

I am hallowed ground, sacred soil.

I am home for a treasure that will not rust or fade.

I am the land of God.

 

It doesn’t really matter whether we are seven months old, or seventeen, or seventy-seven, we are all participants in spiritual growth if we have chosen Christ. And of course Christ chooses us.

 

This morning in baptism Christ planted the two thousand-year-old seeds of grace and discipleship in the lives of young children who had no idea of what was happening to them. We may think that we planted those seeds but really we agreed to be ready with the watering can! With the waters of baptism we showered them and it is up to all of us as the parents and the extended family which is the church to nurture them as best we can.  And eventually these lovely children will make their own choices of faith, which we can only hope and pray will lead them into the fullness of life.

 

As much as baptism is for them, it is also the opportunity for renewal in our inner being as we consider the fresh possibilities of faith and discipleship. If every one of us is “the land of God” the good soil where new possibilities can take root,  we can do the soul-searching about how we can allow that to happen.

 

Are we making time in each day for conversation with God in prayer? Is the bible an open book which guides our way? Are we coming together with others for worship and discussion so that our faith will flourish? Is our compassion for others deepening because we hear the call for justice? All the aspects of faith which we desire for these children can be at the centre of our Christian experience today.

 

Earlier I mentioned that there are many passages of scripture use the growth of trees and plants as a metaphor for the life of faith. I will close with this verse from another book of the New Testament. In the letter called James we find

 

The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth

being patient with it

until it receives the early and the late rains.

You also must be patient.

Strengthen your hearts

for the coming of the Lord is near.

 

We can all have ears to hear that this is the growing season.