This morning we planted
potatoes and peas. Tomorrow, the Lord willing, we plan to plant beets and
radishes. I need to go to Home Depot to purchase some garden soil to top off
our raised beds prior to planting the radishes and beets; this morning it was
peas and potatoes. The potatoes we planted are from last year’s crop that
wintered in our basement.
Over the winter I covered the
raised beds with leaves and the past few days I’ve been turning the leaves into
the soil, nothing like good soil. I’ve noticed worms in the soil this spring, a
good sign – aerate little worms, aerate, no wonder you’re called “nature’s
plough”.
As I turned the soil I thought
about Jesus’ Parable of the Sower, the soil determined the fruitfulness of the
seed (though in the third instance surrounding weeds were also an issue). We do
so little heart preparation and too much technical preparation – we want Sunday
mornings at church to be technically perfect, it matters not that our hearts
may not be prepared, it matters not that we don’t give the soil of our hearts
time to absorb the Word of God or time to submit to the Spirit of God. We don’t
want “white space” the way a radio or television doesn’t want white space, we
don’t want quiet, we want to move things along.
It is inconceivable that
someone would plant artificial plants in a garden; it is not that inconceivable
that our churches just may be artificial gardens.
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