I knelt down on the cement, putting my hands to the task before me. Our potted garden needed pruning. I began clipping off unhealthy stems while the sun beat down upon my body. The heat didn’t bother me as my mind began to replay the week I’d had.
Thoughts came in pieces. I tried once more to make a whole picture out of the puzzle of life. My eyes had seen things during the week which hurt my heart. I sometimes just wanted to close them; to no longer have to see ugliness. I wondered if that was cowardly. My eyes had also seen things so pleasant I wanted to observe far more.
Finishing with the last plant, I backed away to see the results. Fruit was already growing. I was wishing I could clip away all the ugliness, but to do so would damage the health of the plants. Sighing, I gathered my tools and thought about the parallels of what I had seen in life, and in the potted plants.
Mat 13:24-30 “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as the workers slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat, then slipped away. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. “The farmer’s workers went to him and said, ‘Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds! Where did they come from?’ “‘An enemy has done this!’ the farmer exclaimed. “‘Should we pull out the weeds?’ they asked. “‘No,’ he replied, ‘you’ll uproot the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds, tie them into bundles, and burn them, and to put the wheat in the barn.'”