Pieter Bruegel the Elder, Landscape with the Parable of the Sower, 1557. Image via Wikipedia
Hey person, are you going to tell me one of those Pair a Bulls again so I can make up a new story to go with it?
Woo woo! Which one are you going to tell me?
I am listening. And I’m sitting too.
My person says that Jesus told a story to a large crowd about a farmer who went out to sow his seed.
Did that farmer put seeds in his sewing machine? Wouldn’t that mess it up?
I’m listening, but…
As the farmer scattered the seed some fell along the path, was trampled on, and the birds ate it.
Oh, I get it now. He didn’t even have a sewing machine.
Yes, I’m listening.
Some of the seed fell on rock and the plants withered because they had no moisture.
All of the plants are withering around here this summer.
Okay, I’ll be quiet.
Some seed fell among thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants.
Yikes!
Other seed fell on good soil. It grew and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown.
Wow! That’s a big crop.
Is that it? That’s the end of the story?
What? You mean the disciples didn’t even know what the story meant? Jesus had to tell them? What did he say?
The seed is the word of God? Really?
So those along the path heard the word, and then the devil came and took it away from their hearts so they wouldn’t believe and be saved.
Oops! What else?
The ones on the rock receive the word with joy, but they have no root. So they believe for awhile but when a time of testing comes they fall away.
What about the thorns?
Those hear the word but they are choked by life’s worries, riches and pleasures, and they don’t mature.
Am I mature, person? I am, aren’t I?
Okay, what’s the last one?
The seed on the good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop.
That’s got to be me. I could grow carrots. I like carrots. Maybe beans.
Is it my turn now, person? Do I get to make up a story?
Okay, here goes. A person took her dog out to play and tossed some treats to him. But the person was a lousy shot.
The first treat landed way past where the dog was. A crafty coyote ate the treat before the dog could get to it.
The next treat fell in the road and a car ran over it and smashed it to smithereens.
Another treat fell in the middle of a prickly pear cactus and the dog couldn’t get it because there were too many pricklers in the way.
But the person finally learned how to throw right and the dog caught the next treat, and got so many more treats after that that he shared the treats with his friends.
Hey person, that made me hungry. Can you get me a treat? Just make sure you aim right when you toss it to me.
I am so upset. My trails are usually kept really clean, but the other day I found that stuff left by the crack creatures – and now this. And there aren’t even any cracks around this part of my trails.
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