It seems clear that we have another descriptive rather than prescriptive parable on our hands. Jesus doesn’t tell us to be wheat. He expressly says that us human types don’t get to do the judging or the harvesting or the burning of the weeds. No, we are merely wheat, or so we hope, growing for a season in the midst of a sabotaged field. Is this really what the Kingdom of God is like? Me just soaking up sunlight, rain, and nutrients all provided by a God who seems just a little bit of his rocker?
I’m not good at taking vacations. The typical vacation lasts for 7 days. I can sit and do nothing for approximately 2 hours. Even 2 weeks of merely descriptive parables has me on edge. So, the idea that the Kingdom of God is like me being on vacation for my entire life is enough to make me think it isn’t for me. I need something to do, some task to accomplish, and the more I think about it, the more I realize that this week’s parable is actually a parable about last week’s parable. This week we get the Parable of the Good Soil.
Seeds that fell on good soil, seeds which should produce at least a 30 fold yield have been sabotaged by the evil one. He has come and turn what was good soil into a weed infested mess. The cares and concerns of the world, the lure of wealth, illness and death, all of it grows right alongside each of us and attempts to choke the very faith out of us. It would be easy to succumb to the pressure of the weeds roots below. It’d be simple to allow their shadow to steal our light. Getting choked out by the weeds wouldn’t be hard, and God knows it. So he continues to provide nutrients, he continues to allow the rain to fall on the just and unjust alike, he continues to allow the sun to shine on both the wheat and the tares, and he encourages us to persevere. To see beyond the current hardships. To stand tall above the weeds. To fight for nourishment when others would starve us of God’s grace. We are called to be the best damn wheat we can be, even and especially in a field full of pesky weeds.
Yes, this parable is descriptive. Yes, we are really just called to be wheat. Yes, this drives me crazy, so yes, I’m going to do my best to be as wheaty as possible when the harvest comes.