Out in our fields of life we sow seeds. We are putting life forward as our commitment that the future matters.
Sowing can be storytelling. Parables are a kind of storytelling revealing life messages that come up behind us later on, sneak up on us in the least expected ways, and may suddenly take shape in a way that can be startling. Always – a multiplicity of layers and facets. Delve. Explore. Savor!
Mark 4: The earth produces of itself, first the stalk, then the head, then the full grain in the head … a mustard seed … the smallest of all the seeds on earth … when it is sown it grows up and … puts forth large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade…. He spoke to them as they were able to hear.”
A hymn and a prayer: I grew up with every Thanksgiving meal prayed over by us all with these words of Verse 3. We pray these words as we bury our loved ones.
We plow the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered…
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft, refreshing rain.
We thank Thee then, O Father/Mother/God,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
Accept the gifts we offer
For all Thy love imparts,
And what Thou most desirest—
Our humble, thankful hearts.
Every act and occasion of sowing seeds of life ripple outwardly. Love shelters life. Sharing wisdom encourages life. Being hopeful allows others a glimmer of greater light. Being nested in God’s love empowers us to continue our growth into being relevant on various birthing edges of life with others as seekers, givers, and peacemakers. Thanks for all the mustard seed sized sowing we can continue together. May we be the warmth and moistness swelling the grain. Our nurturing matters!